Canción de Verano y Remo

With a gray torrent of doves
And a summer song and oars
With a rain of Sun and scents
The afternoon goes by, time's bride

Give me islander that wild wine
From your mother-of-pearl and honey clusters
The whole landscape smells like green
It grows in my veins and burns in your skin

Waist of sand, blue pentagram
Distance and path, the water is a sound
Take me with you where the sea is born
And the Moon dies wetting the wheat field

A pink sky arrows the prickly pears
Its cross in flight the heron stretches
And the river stretches its wolfish skin
Under a warm and fruity December

Among the reeds passes the huge boa
Biting the green lullaby of the wind
A dark swan, slow canoe
With a summer and oars goodbye

Waist of sand, blue pentagram
Distance and path, the water is a sound
Take me with you where the sea is born
And the Moon dies wetting the wheat field