Silence could have something beautiful
and something horrendous, the same is the sea
with its lupanar of shadows and stars
her sugar diadem could seduce us
and at the same time disgust us with its vivid blue animal,
It was so difficult to divide the grain from the weeds
because everything in the world was
a mediocrity, a yin and a yang of tenderness
and sadness. Could death scribble
on the ground insects that buzzed the
eternal life. Until your eyes getting wet in my eyes, until your sweet sex in the garden
open of bliss, even your name that
It is the daily bread:
because my hunger is always insatiable
to name you, my armor.
Here, in this century, no one separated
the light of the ashes.
Everything was gold and it was dust and it was gray and vulgar.
With an ax made of birds and time
you broke the skeleton of mediocrity with blows.
Our love made the sunflowers grow.
Everything was mediocre until they fed me
your breasts. Thus I was born naked to the word.
So I cried with joy in the world.
Your love put an end to half measures.
Your name killed the fleas of melancholy.
I say, female lioness, I'm just saying
that your love came to define, to limit things.
White the white, black the black.
Your love made me see and hate
the thankless hand of lukewarmness:
If love does not burn, it is not enough.
Your love has no bronze mirrors.
Your love ended the hybridity of light.
You destroyed with bites
the silly throat of this century.
Your love is the stone
where I sharpen my blood.