The day organizes the party
without looking to the sides
shines undoubtedly on the background
the sky without dark garments.

The winds sow
incandescent omens
fragrances and sighs.
Time has fun
spins out of control
looking for the world around the flowers.

So much innocence
Take refuge in it!
The bud is about to be born
once, twice
Touch it!
The air snatches it
Lifts the scent of fresh flowers.
Run!
draw its confines
Take refuge in it!

The wind skirts my mouth.
I go down her body
Down the river
Lost
excited
I name you
smelling the deep scent of wet earth
between her breasts
Through the infinite branches of her skin.

So suddenly
I frequent the sensitive of her hair
free
immense
far from the daily exercise
of abstract violence.

What is your name?
Myth
Legend
Just like that
I keep the doubt under the tree.

The setting sun falls.
Rain, heat, snow
every act of love you contain
I fall in love again
between half of life and the other half
in its own time
without before
nor after
there is no reason to defend oneself
from the dreaming birds.

The moon passes in haste
The party goes on
the waves dance with lust.

I have been kissed by an insect
hidden in a drop
I dream
my chest rumbles
while
the street cracks
don't you understand?
I'm going to the top
at dawn.
I am yours for love.