TOQUE DE ORACIÓN

A fragment of moon that shines
but timidly. A sailor sings,
and his sad song, rough and plain,
stammers with the tang of wine.

The sea, baffled by the shore's biceps,
has a feline sinuosity,
and it drops itself upon the beach
with the cadence of an alexandrine.

I am thinking of you, thinking that I love you,
because I am sad, because I am listening
to the small bell in the little tower

which mourns with a tender sobbing
while the toads sing about winter
with a letter from the spelling book...