2014 I wait your call

I wait your call,
The same as if I were a Jew
Before the Messiah's return,
I hope you call me
To ride for the florid fields
Of your body
And to eat
Of the succulent one
Florid kisses of your chest.
I wait your call,
The same as if I were a Jew
Before the Messiah's arrival,
To touch you with irrepressible longings,
And to satisfy my vain instinct
Of hugging you,
And keeping your magic figure
Drawn in my retinas.
I wait your call,
The same as if I were a Jew
Before the Messiah's arrival,
And to give up everything
As if I were a fisherman
That abandoning their nets
Forgets all that happened before.
I will forget my happiness and my laments
I will forget my dirges and feelings
I will close my breaches
And my thoughts
They will have as unique purpose
To wait that you call me
With your sparrow voice
Possessed of lovely thing.
I wait your call,
The same as I were a Jew
Before the Messiah's appearance,
And to surrender before your plants,
To multiply breads and fishes...
To walk on the waters...
Exorcise a thousand demons...
To get back to the life the dead...
To rip in two the veils of the temple...
To change at will the water in wine...
Because my love,
So strong it is and better
That the peremptory forces
That maintains rotating the earth.
I wait that your call,
Arrive to my heart,
The same as a Jew waits
The Messiah
And their appearance.