He dresses with the night
the branches of her hair
with heavenly fruits
of a flash of joy.

Guarding among its waters
a colorful sky,
intangible paintings
amazing lines.

There is purity in his universe
of a fragrance that whips,
a magic that summons
to the verses of her mouth.

On her complexion a harmony,
endorse his eternal grace
and in the rivers of her skin
she endorses a rebirth.

Have my fears and my cries,
set my loneliness on fire
have the courage of my chest
and the rites that shell.

Have the dark banquets,
have my arms in cooing,
have the time that declaims
the gift that demands you.

And give me the rhythm that hypnotizes
the flight of each caress
forging us in every breeze
the warmest delight.