from which I went out
impregnated with your name.
I am yours, for You I was born:
what do you order to do of me?
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.
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.