TE19 Iberian Adventure

Albert Bonjoch

Im Don Gaan

The diamond wind passed by singing along peach-golden sand, under the date-amber moon, over water of orchid sapphire. Im don gaan! - the fisherman sobbed. The coral fire smouldered before a grove of emerald grapes, from rock of zircon coconut, to island of jade hummingbird. Im not kom! - the fisherman cried out. The pearl-black runaway waited on the crab-red islet,

before a sky of Andean berry, after a dream of feldspar spray.

(Sunset decapitated)

On the sea of Welsh pirate jewels, in the old Raizal’s bag

(a suit of armour of copper snapper, two charms of turquoise parrotfish, eight coins of silver horse-mackerel, a sword of bronze turbot, a bracelet of jasper sea-bream,

two earrings of topaz shad, three chokers of jet grouper) 36