That soft chair in which you love
To lay your head,
My chest, is ready.
Is ready this softened mattress
In the center of my body, your nest.
Come without delaying another minute
So that you can seize
My castles and my villas.
May you walk
Along my ancient roads
And drink from the spring
Of my marine waters.
I am ready like a snowflake
Already ready to fall,
Like an untimely hailstorm,
Like a windsock
That grows at sunset,
I am almost a devastating whirlwind,
A torrent of winds and waters
Mixed with the ardor
That you hug me so tight
That from within desires
That almost take root in my heart
Are expelled
From my heart being.
When the atomic clocks
Of your body
Mark the exact moment
I want you to stick your pupil
In my pupil
And together we will leave
The interstellar space
Of this room.
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