I stand still on a rock, my rockAnd watch the roaring seaReaching out to meTo reclaim and drench my soul.The sea is just the opposite of me:Calm in its depths and clamorous outside.I stare at the cloudsBoth within and in the skyAs they change shapes and moods:Now a king, then a horseAnd finally a hatted witchAlluring small kidsWith her trickster candy floss.I look at the light-houseStanding witness to and guidingShips and boats till milesThrough its white beamsFading into barely discernible plumes.I see the fishing boatsReturning from a crimson sunsetWhite gulls meandering aroundLike bees on honey-pots.I see the crabs camouflagedAnd tentacled to the slippery rocks.And then…Through the salty atomized vapourI see her; yes, her.The hem of her long yellow dressPlaying wantonly with the wetness of the sea.I see me, boyish and breathlessWalking beside herTo the small boat half buried in the sand.We upright the boatDrag it into the waterAnd whilst it still tosses, like my heartI lift her up and put her on the seatAnd yank me up to the seat opposite herAnd row the boatInto the fading evening twilight.Resting my oarsI look into her eyesAh, those kohl eyesOf the fiery gypsy
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Who stole my heart and left meTo be with her affable Escamillo.Like an oar less dingyI pitch and am adrift at seaOf my precocious desires;Wanting to liveAnd longing to die.Kill me………Carmen.
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