The Itanhaém Lagoon and Me
Free Verse
This lagoon’s water
Mimics my desire tides
Sometimes calm, sometimes restless,
Now violent, in overflowing fury,
Able to knock down margins and limits,
As blind passion coming from nowhere
To burn me like fire,
Without my knowing why.
(But what are whys for,
If lovers never need them?!)
High tide salts my whole body,
Like a lover’s touch right there
Where I like the most
Then water flows back sweet and fresh,
As the river penetrates deep the ocean,
At moments when I plead for love!
Cruel cyclones, strong sea breakers,
They steal sand from my loves' beach,
But only the lagoon homes those fish,
That I always craved to catch.