I'm looking for an explanation
...inexplicable, a relief
a barefoot walk, feel
the earth in the plants
of bare feet.
I'm looking for a revealing code,
numbers, words, signs
a coded bar
in one look,
perhaps, in a conversation
having a coffee on a street,
or in the last pages
yellow ones that fall from the
trees on that red and gray afternoon.
It might be in the book.
that now I read, in a city,
in the city of colors
and Klee points, in a
line, on the ridges
of the roof.
Will I have to go to one of the
Klee cities?
The universe is made up
of codes, perhaps in the star
that bears your name,
in the blink of your eyes
In the darkness of the night.
Like a cat on the prowl.
Or in the begonia garden
and orchids.
In the worm that I eat green
accordion moves between
leaves.
I will search your anatomy,
between the silk of your hair,
in your eyes, in the depth
from your look, in your mouth
and on your sweet alfajor lips.
In the crowned mountains
of areolas, in the flowered lagoon
from your navel, in the fountain
that falls from above,
in the temple that honors you,
in the word that burns you
In the fire that consumes you.
It will be the key to the code
what am I looking for?
In the soft skin that covers me
on the horizon of your eyes,
where I get lost in love
that comes every night in my dreams.
In the woman who sleeps on
my chest and rises with the first
song of the birds that slept
in her throat when she woke up
yellow of a dream.

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