You are the one who absorbs dreams
And you return nightmares,
Your blue bejuco is born on the heels
And he frames the seagulls of thought
There is a promise subjecting the legs,
Is the time of the dancing flower,
Let the vine follow the course
And drag us the thread walker in his madness.
The melancholic side
Where I throw bits of this shadow,
Let's rip the craving,
A fiery firefly low,
Spur the blood
And I want suns,
Fluorescent stones in the veins
Wobbling the pulse
And a bright skeleton in the moon's bun.
I need to run on your viscosities
And put flights to sex,
I am obsessed with this way of anointing affection,
This way to beat loving words of the
And to the instep,
I having fun robb your skirt at the night
Just to fall in love you.