La Canoa
Kiko Veneno
The Canoe
Through the mud it slides down
the canoe gently to the water
I watch as the water in silence
opens blue in half.
A tear of sand slides down your crystal shoulder
smoothly through the mud the canoe slides to the water
so happy, as I was saying, I hardly needed more
a black woman hides behind a palm tree:
it looks like a riddle.
The Romans go along the shore singing at dawn
blue trucks seem to fall from the sky and nothing will break
smooth the canoe to the water...
While you stay with the wind sailing along the beach
I smoothly glide in the canoe to Tetuán
smooth the canoe to the water...
