The afternoon

What do the old sailers see?

They see the girl with the short hips

Small breast, sex in button

nacent thighs and

tangled hair, silace and nacre...

Who runs naked on the sea.

The afternoon erases her silhouette and

the footprints she is leaving

Her body gets lost in the mist,

In light foam

Of the bluish sea.

Girl of a lot of sunrises,

Lewd looks

Beach days

Breats that whisper to the wind

Sweaty body, white, unpolluted

Who misses the modesty

Language unknown of my ink

I write you this verse

In distressing afternoon

Where I discribe you:

Upright, fill with accentuated innocence

barefoot so you don't hurt the sand

The afternoon comes... erases everything

This version was translated by Patty, from  http://naturallymisterious.blogspot.mx/   Thanks for the support :D