I have known arms white and bare
All administering an obsolete love
Through comforts and conciliatory gesture
If my love was bare, it would be invisible
In the sky blue ocean and streets that accompany me
Across the beauteous places, my mind asks for repair
Despite your love, my heart lies in the cold waters
Where marines live in the heart of the city of circus sands
Enveloping my soul stretched thin like a sail following the wind