Impoku di po, impoku di mar;
rikeza kung basura ki beng kontu yo santah
na bodru di bos sa matra kung fundu, inda ta sperah
maris, skumu, impoku di sol;
ki ta kemah na rentu di yo?
Sal sa sabor, ta kureh na kosta.
Pimenta sa tempra, sempri sai forsa.
Chuma blangkas ta kereh mostrah
tudu jenti klai largu koreh eli sa
amor.
Amor, abrasah mutu tantu konsisu;
birah naki, santah bong-bong ati amoku
fikah paya, tudu pedreh olotu sa odring:
bida ta kriseh-kriseh pra dos mundu juntu seng fing.
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A little bit of sand, a little bit of sea
treasure and trash that come if I sit
on the border of your ocean and the deep, still waiting
for waves, foam, a little bit of sun;
what inside me now begins to burn?
Salt's taste, running down the spine.
Pepper's spice, always out in full force.
Like a horseshoe crab wanting to show
everyone just how wide it can dig its
love.
Love, your embrace is too concise;
return here, sit well until amok runs the tides,
the mangroves, everything forgetting what it was meant to be:
a life growing madly for two worlds joined for eternity.