Calafell
Ones d'escuma i sal
que compassades
gronxen estels cansats
de la calor.
Marques de peus petits
mig esborrades,
restes d'amors prohibits
que ja no hi son.
Quan la platja es queda sola
tot es torna etern.
Des de l'aigua el cel tremola
com un arbre
espantat pel fred de l'hivern.
Tracos que resseguits
damunt la sorra
mostren secrets escrits
en forma de nom.
Sembla que el mon sencer
vol una pausa.
Bufa el vent de seré
I em dona bo.
Tot és lluny aqui a la platja
ara que estic sol
Poc a poc la gent s'amaga dins les cases
mentre l'aire
anuncia una altra tardor.
Calafell
Foamy waves and salt
that sway
rock tired stars
from the heat.
Marks of small feet
half erased,
remnants of forbidden loves
that are no more.
When the beach is left alone
everything becomes eternal.
From the water, the sky shimmers
like a tree
scared of winter's chill.
Tracks traced
on the sand
reveal secrets written
in the form of names.
It seems like the whole world
wants a break.
The calm wind blows
and gives me peace.
Everything feels distant here on the beach
now that I'm alone.
Little by little, people hide inside their homes
while the air
announces another autumn.