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Mermaid

On the backbone of a pebble
A barefoot singing north wind plays the lyra
and with his breath sends you the saltiness
and flowers of the lemon tree for you to bathe with
 
A blonde sea shell that keeps going back and forth
August 15th* with sea weed in its belt
You wake up secretly like mental music of a tampourine
and in your hair lies the refrain of the maestro.
 
But once the latern of the sky lights up
you are the only thing I want and that is enough for me.
 
You are hiding in the sea weed alone, I know
and you are waiting for the warm wreath of the south
Tell me what you want me to bring from the City*
with my own two hands as a latern on your land.