The hidden longing of my heart
It's on a curved line
Of the sidereal ephemeris.
It consists of staring
At the future and discover
In stealth mode,
Through mirrors
That Jupiter expands
Our love
In the same way
That they expand
Tectonic layers
In its continental drift.
According to the calculation of my memories,
The longed-for souvenir of my thought.
I measure the spherical coordinates,
The progression of the stars,
The gradual turning of the dark nebulae of Bok,
My longing is a grain of dust,
Raw material of happiness.
When you insert the light beam
Of your caress in my being,
You will occupy between my ribs
All my interstellar space.
