Carmen and Roger swimming in the Mediterranean Sea
near the estuary of the Rio Ter in the summer of 2004
An orange floating in the Mediterranean Sea
There was an orange in the sea
I saw it, floating, dancing
and wondered if it came to me
or just was there for fancying.
An Eastern wind that moved the waves
brought it in my direction:
the foamy, salty water gave
a sunny-fine reflection.
I took my shoes off and my socks
and stepped into the waters:
the sandy beach was free of rocks
and laughed like sunny daughters.
It started leaving but came back,
I took it with both hands.
This tiny thing, an orange wreck
a hopeful sign in salty dance.
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