Lamu
Lamu
It pulled the sails worn
that the wind puffed
as wombs of young wives fruitful
gorgheggiando slide reading
choppy water
abandoning a geometric fantasies
drawing the shadows of the sun perpendicular to
Every breath is collected in the womb mother
wind energy
that materializes in the movement
from sunrise to sunset
and then peace
in the night adorned by palm trees rustling
and the lament of the tide
retrae that its propaggini
close in a hermetic mystery
then riesplodere intrusive
obscuring everything boldly
had dared to show
as an Arab woman who
quickly hides the face
crossing your eyes in the street
Lamu -
Kenya, January 1988.