Before the sea, as before death, I have no secrets
If you seek a path to my soul
take me to the stormy sea.
There you’ll find the unearthed temple,
the ruins of my life; and the plateau of my youth
enclosed by a wall of fig trees.
There you’ll witness the ancient lament of my thighs,
that have brought pagan gods to their knees.
Before the sea, as before death, I have no secrets.
The earth and moon become my body.
Love transplants my thoughts
into the gardens of eternity.