SERIGRAPHIE

sank in the marsh of the words
from which I went out
impregnated with your name.

INACCESSIBLE BELOVED

Today, my most intimate thoughts fly
and to the ear they speak to me that they want to die of pain
because they suffer from love
before the absence of the mansion of happiness.
I have not named you it is enough to describe you,
you are the happiness of Eden,
the water of the sources of the paradise,
residence of the stars,
concoction of the hallucination.

Today your absence bathes of sadness my heart
I see the time goes away without the closeness of your enchantment
and, on having remembered you,
my thoughts intoxicate me of your flavor
and taking your aroma in my heart
I continue in my work of confusing
my death with your immortality.

SYNCHRONOUS PALMISTRY

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YOUR WORLD AND MINE

I slide cautiously in your silent night

stumbling over your mysterious moon

that reflects the way of your valley

where your forest is today solitude and silence.

I love and miss the singing of your night,

the murmur that to far I listen of your springs,
feeling of your trembles,

the smell of your desires.

All this, you confuse me

and that's why I cry out to the world of dreams

that moves me to your spring world.

THE MANDALA OF LOVE

The rebellious darkness hides a firefly in her womb,

where it curls up and fired magic flares

turning me the lantern that lights your dark forest,

where rest with love in you mystic busts the death and my silence.

Come, come closer, in your flora receives the levity of my desires,
let me open the lock of your aura
to be the prologue in the rich symphony of your divine swaying,
where you will listen to the prelude of my voice

to ride your mountain like an eagle

that saturates the wind with his wings.

Come, be my shadow,

enjoys playing with my harmonic dagger in your bedroom of sighs.

You say to me, I say to you,
you kiss me, I kiss you

we are unconscious wet roots

in tantric mystery.

Up on the moon will be heard

the return of the phoenix chanting sutras.

Come, let me undress to secret mandala,

and draw your entrails in honey.

Come and kiss me with your light my nobility

and then there will be born the dawn, two lights and a universe.

SACRED GEOMETRY

Wise geometries.
Symmetrical cosmic pupils,
which wrap up my cold nights.

WHO ARE YOU?

I am yours, for You I was born:
what do you order to do of me?
I answer:
You are like a desire which nobody knows
I know that you are a fire of fever
that devours the ground that waits for me.

To know who you are
I would like getting in yourthoughts
to draw a map of the new promise earth
where I live now feeling strange and uncertain.

Will you be? the time that lives in my mountain
that in the daytime you ascend
and at night you descend dressed in light
you weave the blanket of dreams
that it covers the clothes of the day.

Only the time will know it:
Who are you? Will you be?
whom I take to the air as a lover
that sleeps with my fire
who lives in these words
and you accompany me
with your face in my way.

SUPPORTING YOUR ABSENCE

Your body

I kissed a thousand times,

I remember

millimeter to a millimeter

because my hands

recognized inch by inch

and my fingers

they have no place not caressed.

My tongue has liked all of your flavors.

How could I forget?

How stand time

without caressing

your body ...

IN THE SHORES OF YOUR WORLD

I have seen you get up

bright as the dew, in a rain of the sun,

I stop in your shores

where you spill your flows

to see opening your temple to the gods

since only they can live there.

From your black abyss you extend a labyrinth,

enchant, you promise with

rumor of foam of desire

that it comes so far with perfumes of flowers

not known for this terrestrial garden.

I feel sensations coming unexplored

hear from the open crack

memories, adventures of ecstasy

charm dreams,adventures of delight

that nobody foresees the gift

that you insinúate.