La Sed

I walk down the boardwalk.
My throat is parched
and the fatal obsession stirs
that moves my bones.
I take out my boot of tanned leather
and drink a strong liquor
to think that this way
I will quench the thirst.

I wake up here again.
I try to forget
and keep descending more and more.
I reach this beach
and a woman with green eyes
offers me seawater.
(And I drank.
I thought that this way
I would quench the thirst.)

Far from home,
who will dare to speak
while I grow tired of waiting
for the cup that is never served to me?
I can't go back anymore.