Chapala

Nets
Nets that fishermen lay
In the lagoon
Nets that on a moonlit night
Are like lace
In the darkness (in the mangrove)
Nights
Moonlit nights in Chapala
Song of fishermen
Blush of the waves that make me sing

Chapala
You are landscapes for the souls in love
Swarms of small fish
Caught today at dawn
Chapala
Are your canoes
Like a fantasy procession
Loaded with
Green mangoes and
Melons and watermelons

The Sun rises in Ocotlán
The Moon rises in Tizapán
And the tide is slowly
Rising in the lagoon

Chapala
Little corner of love
Where souls
Can speak
Of you with God

The Moon has already hidden
And the lagoon has fallen asleep