EXCITED

I wake up you and my blood wakes up

for the fever that it waves

in your intoxicated skin of my skin

I overflow like a river

that runs to look for its bank

In this moment your arms

there are two branches of another lovely dream

with leafs that they shelter

not to him

but to my five corporal domains.

THE HILLS

Molded bosoms of millennial clay

- sensitive scales –

- to roar of bells –

with two ruby crucibles

that crown the dance

- golden spheres –

- craters in flames –

- challenging summits –

- not promoted mountains –

- flowers between rocks –

- precious stones –

- diamantine hills –

- full moons –

- to sing of sirens –

- proud pigeons –

- flights of larks –

- playful gulls –

- rains of stars –

- constellations in shades –

- sweet conches –

of affectionate fantasies

close to your vale of the silence