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.