26 jul Postcards from Mallorca

Reias con lágrimas de sandía en los muslos. Tenías ese sonido de canción encantada esperándote en una esquina del mar.

Nunca encontraré 

un océano más peligroso e insondable que tu boca mojada de julio.

Rosa Santandreu 

Water reeds with tears of watermelon on the thighs. You had that enchanted song sound waiting for you in a corner of the sea.

I will never find

An ocean more dangerous and unfathomable than your wet mouth in July.

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