The summer passed (is gone), it is just you, and I, and who else wants to dance.
Only the water kisses the shore, up to the low tide;
it is remained to us the shells, limestone. Life remains in some place else.

Shaking (clearing out) the thin (light) sand, under the nails it is not perceived;
the transparent crystals we take home together. The transparent water steams,
comes the trip together, without coming into the spaces, arrives within hours, maybe days.
Mixes itself with the air, we breathe the transparency of the water from many days ago.

From the sand, thin crystals.

In the sky, - before, the horizon touched the blue with something blue -
the whole line was undone with what we are when (being) unknown, a black sky of a deep black sea and,
the wind blows the stars away from the spume (surface) created after the regress of the (high) tide.
So high the ones (stars) from the sky to our eyes,
so more constants,
with a quietude that allows them deader than we know them to be.

From the stars, brightness without life.

On the shore, thin crystals, that you catch,
a little bit (a handful),
to me.
Save (except) the ones under the nails, those ones (crystals you gave me) I’ll take home.