Tonight the ocean hums,
3,000 miles away,
On a distant beach
Under an intoxicated sky.
She is breathless,
Jadante,
That is to say another way,
Anhela,
or yearning, always yearning,
For something invisible
Something unspoken
Beyond that violet horizon.
They say ‘la luna tira,’
The moon pulls,
And pulls
And pulls
Like a distant lover
Like a dying wildflower
From her perch in heaven,
La perca del cielo,
Her lonely seat in the sky.
She pulls
And pulls
And pulls.
3,000 miles away from you
La luna tira,
And I
Yearn
And yearn
And yearn
Along with her.
-JC