Verónica Jiménez, The Sea's Defeat

We had to go through

so many agitated states

sleeping in small vessels

abated by the rain and the waves

we were drunk and happy once, on ships with no clear destiny,

we were also silent sailors left on the bay

it was us, who dreamt on oceanbeds

as wide as ships' sails

 and built a home over the travelling waters

blessed by the music of the sea at night

it was us who are now anchored to this dark roadsted

like castaways thrown to their bad luck

spitting foam

feet buried in the sand

and our skin burnt by salt.
Verónica Jiménez, Antología de la Poesía joven 81