I will not cease to exist, while
there is a wind that blows
my verses.
while a tree mourns
by fire and a child
from the street rummage through the garbage,
while the cold whips the nakedness
of the poor
I will not cease to exist
as spring penetrates
my nose and the birds interpret
in songs of sunrises
life's essence.
I will not cease to exist love
...as long as you feel slide
the silk of my fingers for your skin,
and my hands undress you, like
the forest is bare in the fall.
I will not cease to exist
When they bloom in your mouth
my kisses and the universe
the stars illuminate your womb
like boreal butterflies.
There are so many ways not to leave
to exist, how to light the bonfire
in your skin to shelter us from the cold,
lose myself in the depth
of your eyes without return,
look in your pupils how it fades
a sunset pecked with red birds,
confused in the blood of the clouds.
I will not cease to exist
in the old smell of a book impregnated
in the hands... and nurture with wisdom
the memory.
I will not cease to exist
when at the edge of the night
light up masts appear
of ships lost in the shadows
and watch handkerchiefs fly like mist
waving from afar
I will not cease to exist
when embraced enlighten us
the gothic lantern in the square of colors.
I will not cease to exist
while the river mixes with my blood
and run through my veins and climb in the
memory the column of the old mountain range.
I will not cease to exist
in every corner of the universe, whenever
matter transformed into poetry.