3346 To devour the beauty of your hallucinating magic

Without cape
And without sword
I fixed in this day
Without sun
My room
My habitation
On the skirts of your Kingdom
On the heart of your anything
So that
When you shake
Your sieve
Without rhyme or reason
Among your hands
And you let the crumbs falling
My body became a flock
Of vulgar starlings
And to devour the beauty
Of your hallucinating magic.

3345 The emergence

I wanted to be possessed
For the emergence
Of the iceberg
That makes appear
Their contained power
And crack
Without measures
Every tie.

To have the force
Of Pluto that deepens
Until the same abyss
And goes back
Until the summit.

To attract you to my side
Which if you were
Nocturnal moth
Around the light.

But I am not able to,
My pusillanimous spirit
Have exhausted my senses
From the day that I saw
Your back crossing the threshold
Of my door.

I wish for a diadem
That unceasingly illuminates
My thoughts
And a necklace in my throat
That adorns
The words
Of my repertoire
And that in a way
Or another
It can invoke you
To summon you
That you come to my aid
And save me from ruin.

3344 Aged wing´s tree

Aged wing’s tree
That you fall with the crimson glow
Leaf that falls conquered
Removed without pain
Come and cover me with your weight
And putrefy in my reason
That I go mad already without laugh
I am vulnerable shipwreck
That wanders without heart,
It has been taken
By whom I love
And didn't love me more.

3343 The landscape of my emotion

Gradually
The gray clouds
Go parading
One by one
For the bay.

On the back the mountains
A wall
They seem to simulate.

A boat weighs anchor solitary
With the effort
Of a titan,

It goes into
Opposing to the waves
And that image
Just makes stir
Each one of my foundations
Because I remember
That you are not with me.

It is your heart
The one that has left
Leaving the hole
In the port
Of my illusion
And is becoming gray
And haggard
The landscape
Of my emotion.

3342 Biting its own tail

My days go
Biting its own tail
Time after time
Without you,
Out from
My country and
From my family.

This week
For example
It was an unproductive
Ouroboros,
Useless mill of wind,
Sterile petal
Without fondness
Fallow wildest piece of land
Without the deep laugh
Of your flower.

I live days
Of dream
And anxiety.

And you rotating
Unceasingly
Around to
Another star.

I should face up to it:
In this my trunk
There aren’t pearls,
I live a colorless
Rainbow
And it possesses me
A faded sea
That it doesn't glow
Neither with Methylene blue.

3341 I have a sun in my chest and I foresee a supernova

I have a sun in my chest
And I foresee
A supernova.

I live a stellar explosion
Notable
Visible
At first sight
In my being's orb
Almost breaking into fragments
My aura.

In this bare
Piece of land
Where never before
Have been
Detected anything
Today it is transfigured
The perpetual
Brightness,
Sparkling
Of illusion.

Which it will be
The temporary line
That will last
This phosphorescence
In the waters
Of my sea?

Maelstrom
Vortex’s vertex
Accelerated increase
Of the intensity
For the one which
I wait
The massive coalition
Of the volatile nucleus
Of my heart.

I have a sun in my chest
And I foresee
A supernova.

3340 The tidal bore of your body

Every time
That the tidal bore
Of your body
Arrives until my sea,
It urges the metamorphosis
To my being.

I am clay tablet
In presence
Of your lips.
As cuneiform
Writing
My chest
Is going to accommodate
To your universe.

Every morning
I wrap
Your hardships
In the deep
Insides
Of my soul
To return them to you
As shining
Pearls.

And I know
That in the posterity
When be find
This prodigious one
Mimes' collection,
Cuneiform library,
This trunk of pearls,
Will be know that the tidal bore
Of your kisses
It shaped me a sea
Molding
To the pattern
Of your body.

3339 On the edge of the cliff of my bed

When you arrive home
And you sit down to the border
Of the cliff
Of my bed
Inviting me
To contemplate
Actively
Your catalog of panoramas:

You transport me from the emptiness with your hallucinating anti-homesickness
Until the sheer summit of the grace
You make me travel the gradient of the pleasure and the magic
When you set the begin of the mechanism of the trill
In my throat.

3338 I felt a suddenly desire of allowing me to die

It has overcome me
A suddenly
Desire
Of allowing me to die
By asphyxia
For exhalation,
Because each puff
Of air that
I try,
According to the method
Of trial and error,
It leaves me being delirious
More and more
Because of the appearance
Of your being.

My will
Of iron,
Deadly
It was bent
When you magnetized
The wound
Of your illusion
In my chest.
After there
The right thing
Hasn’t been
In my road
Neither in the course
Of my destination
Hasn’t been the peace.

3337 I lived that flower in its opulence

I lived that flower
In its opulence,
When the explosion
Of color
It navigated
For my darkened
Pupils
And filling
Of their aroma
My dirty
Deep.

It was as feeling
Overfilled
To the four sides
Of my soul.
Obese of delights.

I shuddered
Now
That it tears me
The memory
Of its iridescence,
In the pillars
Of my memory
I feel the fluttering
Earthquake
Of its delicate
Petals
Wide open.

The memory
Of its corolla
Has been
Transformed
In a delicate and fine
Work in progress.

3336 To allow me to fly

I have an alchemist
Desire
Screwed
To my being:

To transmute
This herd
Of hyenas
Transformed
In starving
Desires,
In luminous
Flocking
Of fireflies
Loaded
Of light,
And nothing else:

To allow me to fly.

3335 Lichen

This is my desire:
That being alga,
To melt when you
Be fungus
And that metamorphosed
In lichen
We could live
The one for the each other
And the each other for the each of us
The each of us for another
Or the another one for the other
Because already
It will have lost the sense
The Me and the You.

3334 As a fireball for Tunguska

Who will impede
That my tears sweep
The layer of humus
That surrounds the empty
Planet of my heart?

If when you crossed,
As a fireball
Through Tunguska,
The thinnest films
Of my chest,
You didn’t left
Any foundation
Neither pillar
Neither fountain.

Without columns neither walls
I showed up as a present
In front of the manifestation
Of the ideal
That you represented
When the present
It was yesterday.

Today
In my chest it has broken
The pitcher
Container of the waters
And they are my eyes
The sluices for where it sprouts
All my illusion
And their magic
Sweeping
The layer of humus
That it covers the empty
Planet of my heart.

3333 Try to find me pearls

Try to find me pearls.

That already a while ago
I am full with the dew
Of your body.

Try to find me pearls,
Mature,
Spherical,
Under the armor.

Come on!
Look for them!
Explore me!
That for you I am iridescent
Mother-of-pearl:
A hairspring of Nautilus.

Come closer!,
Try to find me pearls
That with you
I feel that I am
The selfsame one
Sea of Persia.

3332 To facilitate you the entrance

Your sights
Are a pelagic bird
That lodges
As balm in my chest,
Eyewash among my eyes,
Oxygen to my lung.

Is time to confronting it.

When you shoot
From your powerful catapult
That whole arsenal of kisses,
Mimes and caresses,
What I will do won't have
Nothing to do with
To beat the retreat.

I am fed up
With the siege
That you have undergone
During so many dawns.
I will not only demolish
By myself my walls
But rather I will smooth the way
Each mount, each hill
To facilitate you the entrance.