I am the one that all the dawns die
and all the dusks born for you.
I
N
PARADISE
OF THE UNIVERSE
What will say my solitary soul
on having entered the interior of the woman
that represents the entire universe
and to walk along her paradise of loves
listening to the music of her unnerving violins
of the kiss and her lustful pantings
that shakes her fecund belly
wise and learned in the delights of love.
She invites me to slide repeatedly to the rhythm
of the warm music from the paradise of loves
that makes rock her life
in giving clouds
of eternals delights
that expresses hidden secrets
in cases of solitude
medallions of memories
and nostalgics parchments.
It is delightful to remind her in this way
and to know she is with me.

I sow your field
with silence words
fertilized with poem of music.
In every deposited seed
my fortitude and knowledge is impregnated
to create your ardent paradise.
Four seasons have to pass:
rains that bathe your evenings of nostalgia,
autumn that strikes the heart,
spring where your body is a pleasure
And finally the summer has come
harvest of your body fascination in flower.
The universe is our bed
You the ground,
me who is the sky and the rain that fertilizes you
So that in you curdle the fruits of love.

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.
feeling of your trembles,

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
you kiss me, I kiss you
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.
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.