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.

QUESTIONS

Sometimes you wonder

that brought you here

surrounded by uncertainties,

panic, fear,

letting fall, trap,

willing to fight when the network

closes on you,

pulling out the claws like the jaguar,

but not wishing to escape.

What brought you here?

a fantasy

a dream

illusory

magic

or

the ringing of the bell that rings

from deep inside your soul.