Eventually, I want to live across the sea.

My home built in a magical place,

     with continuous winds and salt waves,

         my eyes viewing Eden's beauty.

Wondrous the sun’s extravagance,

     the palm trees ample green,

          backed by a forest of flowers and fruits,

               on the edge of a sea harder than a blue stone.

Under a sky newly painted every day,

     with the delicate boat of one drifting cloud.

Suddenly, an occasional absurd gathering.

     rumbling thunder and water falling in cataracts,

          a hiss of anger —

               a monsoon exploding overhead…

          

Then…quiet... sunlight revealing the beauty

     of rain soaked land, and the drip

         of pure gold reflecting in the sun.

                                 -- after Pablo Nuerda