Poetry

1

I don't know how to imagine you, love...your name someone

invented...

Since then no one has been able to define your face and I

since childhood

wanted to see you.

2

I always wanted to look at your face, love,

thinking you would come around the corner

To see your gaze again,

I would give you the world...

To look once more at your smile,

I would give you the sky

of a deep blue.

And for a kiss of yours

I have nothing left to give you.

Upon your cinnamon-skinned hands

at the breath of your mouth

your kisses travel in bubbles of love,

that vanish over the roses

that adorn your steps.

The prisms of lights in the drops

of rainwater

that spill like sequins

of multiple colors

that fall from the light-dark sky,

the leaves of the pine trees

(Song)

I have a dream in the kitchen

that rests in your hands...

It's a golden dream

so big and beautiful

and I want to share it with you.

I have a dream in the kitchen,

it's golden and delicious.

It has the shape of a heart

and with the taste of love.

1

I don't know if someday you'll realize that arrow

of infinite journey, launched by cupid, that pierced my

already old heart...

2

Long journey from the tropic of the Sacuanjoche passing

through the savannas of Kilimanjaro, until reaching the point of

departure among the cold pine forests.

Impossible the accuracy of that arrow that passed far

From mistakes I am learning,

said the bumblebee that fell from its flight

and drifted on the river,

with its broken wings

and its face full of pollen that

barely transformed into honey for

its survival...

Nature is also like this...

that's why with time the branch broke

that held the joy of those

marvelous flowers.

Your second kiss was also

in an instant, but my lips

trapped yours for more time...

Another night, other songs, another hall...

and us, the same, as if playing

cat and mouse.

But in the third kiss,

you will know the unknown:

the passion of my kisses all over your body.

Water of my loves

you are me

I am you.

Clocks of the eccentric

Dalí, bent

over gloomy branches

of fallen trees,

measure your existence.

Bodies of pure water

and living blood

You and I

are the minimum expression

of matter

and the maximum expression of the soul...

We are a united point

in the universe

like all beings, an atom

elevated to its maximum expression:

the brain (I call it, the soul).

And we join by points (atoms)

within a space

The flowers are coming

coloring your lips

that smile at the wind

that lifts your hair

like threads of sun.

Under the celestial blue

of the sky

of a new spring

with its sighs

and joys, we are...

while I look into your eyes...