viernes, 18 de marzo de 2011

Ocean end




Ocean end







The city I live in


And also suffer


Between weekends


Have a lot of places


To go to the beach






Near the airport


They’re too crowded






By the seaport


They’re too polluted






But if you go further


After the rich’s


Houses by the sea






You’ll find ocean end


Please don´t ask me


About what it means


Because it is only the name


For a place so windy


Only the craziest surfers surf


The most bored fishers fish


And of course


Only the stupidest swimmers swim






Any way


If you go there


I think


You’ll in accord with me


That it is the better place to see


That strange kind of human beings:


These who like to see the sea






I like to see them


Smoking different kinds of herbs


And chemical things


Drinking alcoholic and not drinks


Alone in the multitude of sea seers


Too deep inside meditation


To notice you






You can make love in front of them


Without being noticed


By them:


The “sea seers of ocean end”


Because they’re always waiting


For the newest mood and color


Of “THE THING”








at 14:54 Labels: Posted by victor bueno