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.

SUPPORTING YOUR ABSENCE

Your body

I kissed a thousand times,

I remember

millimeter to a millimeter

because my hands

recognized inch by inch

and my fingers

they have no place not caressed.

My tongue has liked all of your flavors.

How could I forget?

How stand time

without caressing

your body ...

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.