The wind blows, and ears whistle
Giving cheeky slaps to
My body in ecstasy, in trance-like
The smell of gasoline in the air
A strong pressure is on my limbs
Skin and hair blow like amber
A few fine droplets of water
Making them rough and silly
My curious eyes run away
Attracted as to a magnet
A rainbow takes shape,
Illuminated mechanically
By grey clouds
That invade the archipelago
A puff of air, a gust,
Blowing on the tender masks
And there, an imposing mechanical monster
A dominating metallic heap
Breaks the emerging waves
Modifies their even rhythm
Quickly I approach you
Striving to be in your arms
And at last I see you
In all your splendor.