I never saw that dark somethig The times I saw her I only looked At the top of the staircase the balcony the clothes The men on the beach with beads Of ocean in their hands the corner Where the bar stood I never saw that dark something In her eyes breathing in the pleasure The trees the body and dreams On the beach Ants the rise and fall of tides The hands of the clock turning the search within ourselves Written in a cipher of circles and triangles. Translated by Rowena Hill