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Our generation never got to see the sea for the first time.
It was always within us, gleaming, our other half
We beg, beg the nights to darken once more
but when our prayers are answered
it’s just a dimwit delusion, a sea-shimmer to the eyes and
the sea seethes deep inside, a rock-crunching beast [private]
We were born flailing whales
poor little demons drowning in this semblance of light
and the longing is so stingily slight
We just want to see the fucking sea
for the first time.[/private]
Translated by Jenny Cearns.
Jennifer Cearns works as a singer, translator and photographer, and writes regularly on Brazil. She has just completed a degree in English and Portuguese at Oxford University, and is about to return to do a postgraduate degree in Social Anthropology, specialising in Brazil.