Chanel Bag I Bought From Woodbury

my sailor boy! AN EVENING IN CAL

Machan
And storks
this ship aground, have left the deck

a dream of love. A child
salter,
dark, with black curls,
sailor, Chiclana ...

The sirens saline

on nights with dew and moonlight,
the harbor with dried seaweed,
and sing lullabies.

Ah, my child sailor
of black curls and Chiclana,
you were born in Paradise,
under the best of heaven.

AMD-M.

Photo: F. Vargas