TATTOOED
EXCEPTION WITNESS
A sea, a sea is what I need.
A sea and nothing else, nothing else.
The rest is small, insufficient, and poor.
A sea, a sea is what I need.
Not a mountain, a river, a sky.
No. Nothing, nothing,
only a sea.
Nor do I want flowers, hands,
nor a heart to comfort me.
I don't want a heart
in exchange for another heart.
I don't want to be told about love
in exchange for love.
I just want a sea:
I just need a sea.
Water of distance,
a water that does not escape,
a merciful water
in which to wash my heart
and leave it on its shore
to be pushed by its waves,
licked by its salt tongue
that heals wounds.
A sea, a sea to be an accomplice.
A sea to tell everything to.
A sea, believe me, I need a sea,
a sea where I can cry my eyes out
and no one will notice.
Francisca Aguirre