I opened the gates of the city
of paper, as in a dream,
on a rainy night.
memory revolted,
your provocative lips
and exciting.
Your blood, overflowing river
in the shadows, your breasts
erupted volcanoes.
I am matter and today I hug you
different lay your head down
in the hollow of my chest,
look at the bottom, there it is written
the soul of my poetry,
in the mirror moon, lives
time.
You see the roads on the horizon
yellow, where are we going together
of the hands? in your skin they are born
spring petals,
in your eyes, the most beautiful
sunsets.
The city is so small
the night a poetry with soul
a piece of moon crowns the domes
mist covered.
Today there were no ideas or words,
wandering in the vastness of the night
I evoked your presence and you appeared
like an angel, erotic and naked
dancing on your hips,
like the flames of a bonfire.