Underneath the street, the beach

Over your beach


The black night fell
a moonless night
the stars had fled
on arrival of mist


the sea rocks the boats
like a cot
and trains of spume
travel to the horizon


The old night got dressed, 
my woman,
in her black skirt
and lost was the aurora
over your beach.


like your black braids
the sea was calm
like your still body
the sand was white


peek at the night
and light a fire 
see how the blind cold lurks


it's not good to wander naked, my woman, 
by night I will travel
and will wait for daylight 
to bring our clothing


(loose translation, Arielito)