LOOK FOR YOU

In the most southern area of your taboos

in the infinite land of your kisses

in the most remote attic of your euphoria

there where the abyss threatens your sanity

there... and not in another place... I look for you.

I KNOW

I know

the power of the flesh the prohibited

of the desire of the kiss

I know

the power of the words

of the silence of the caress and the look

I know

the power of the past of the present

and of the always uncertain future

I know

the power of the desire

of the secret feelings

that hide behind the shades

I know

the power of the fears

that grip a soul that despair

I know

the panic the horror and the fright but also

I know

the power of the magic

of the force of the illusions and the dreams

that will take us to the library

of the happiness where

we will own other worlds.

TEMPLE OF THE HARMONY

I love you in the divine desire
and in the ardent pleasure.
And on having searched for your words
I find kisses, caresses
and passions that devour us.

I love you in your soul, in your body
and as pact of love
I want to drink which hummingbird of your nectar
like marsmelows of thousand colors
that emanate from your sources
in the depths
of your harmony sea.

There I wish to live.

NAKED LUMINOUS

I

want

you.

Remain naked

with your fresh breasts on my chest

and your vagina wrapping my erection.

Remain naked

so that I kiss you....so that I love you

so that I caress your figure with my lips

and mark the shores with fire.

Always remain naked

for me.

FLIGHT TOWARDS ME

It is possible that they tie you with chains,

that thinks to be proprietors of your body,

that shut you up with bars.

It does not matter, close your eyes,

open your wings and lifts the flight

wherever I am.

DESIRES TO FLY

Last night I found you again.

Last night, you were there,

white, pure, radiant

like an angel of white wings

and soft skin that you have always been.

Last night I found you again, looking at me,

waiting for a gesture, a look, a call,

longing for only one wink.

Last night you were there,
anxious for give yourself and to get lost,

anxious to fly to the unknown world,

but already real world.

Worlds where... are not only words, but feelings.

Perhaps were you also an angel of white wings?

ME

I am the one that all the dawns die
and all the dusks born for you.

I
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THE
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.

SEED OF MUSTARD

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.

I CHING

The stripe continues

our lives.
The cut away stripes
the love.
Reading of the exagrama:
Love her as you love yourself.

PASSAGE OF PASSIONS

Perhaps the ocean is your skin,
the ship: my hands and fingers,
the froth: the moisture of your sex,
the wind: the pleasure groans,
and the bravery of the sea,
the bravery of the sea... will be our desire.

SERIGRAPHIE

sank in the marsh of the words
from which I went out
impregnated with your name.

INACCESSIBLE BELOVED

Today, my most intimate thoughts fly
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.

SYNCHRONOUS PALMISTRY

my life
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in the palm of destiny.