I do not know if it is right
To go to the Tropics
Like you say .
To take out all of our clothes ,
Covering us just with sand .
Perhaps it would be nicer
To take away all your brushes and colors
And dress my body with arabesques ...
To learn to count :
one drawed together with one
Somewhere ... to the sunset.
Unknowledge of barren sand
Trade wind , smelling like salt ,
You always read in my sole
Other and other meanings
That you bury under the threshold
between frozen and warm....
Sand above me....and you-wind .