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.