Width
a petty cry
If of the horizon
we just look
our own limits
ours, so narrow,
if of all the barking in the world
we only hear
the ones of the dog
who lives inside home
if of the waves
we only know
the splash
and of the whole sea
we do not realize
the width,
we will only possess
the small space
that closes the door
of our cabin
and a petty cry,
loudmouthed and ridiculous,
to close
the ook.
And a splash of nothing
that pretends to be
ingenious,
the vast Brave Sea.
Montserrat Cornelles