The swimming of  the sea
, the waves accompany little creatures 
 floating upon the surface; 
immersed in a deep breath
 here, re-emerging, and then hide.
 Refreshing  islands of sands furnace; ambush
 The walk castaway, the last breath of the skin, 
impatient the water cools, the full-bodied, 
A part of me belongs to the sea; the other is left floating 
 On banks of freshness and green palms.
And when the moon is immersed in the veil of the sea, 
We squirt and jump, night's riders, 
 on the shore.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    