a poem (not mine) author: Alfonsina Storni

I would like this divine October afternoon

walk along the distant shore of the sea;

that the golden sand, and the green waters,

and the pure skies saw me pass.

To be tall, arrogant, perfect, I would like,

like a Roman, to agree

With the big waves, and the dead rocks

and the wide beaches that surround the sea.

With the slow pace, and the cold eyes

and the mute mouth, let me go;

watch the blue waves break

against pimples and not blinking;

see how birds of prey eat each other

small fish and not wake up;

to think that the fragile boats could

sink into the waters and not sigh;

see that it advances, the throat in the air,

the most beautiful man, not wanting to love...

lose sight, distractedly,

lose her and never find her again:

and, upright figure, between sky and beach,

feel the perennial forgetfulness of the sea.