A bathyscaphe moves away,
and on the railing of the hours
I hope you descend
full of birds and sunsets
I would take you by the hand
and we would run to the celote
and we would sink without dying
Then, we would emerge in the inverted world
in the madness of space.
There, in that dimension,
we would love each other as bedouins
freed from heat, from garments,
of the old family portraits.
We would love each other
like a couple of newborns
hanging on the intel of dreams.
asleep in my arms
I would kiss you until the night
be liquefied, warmed and filtered
in the grids of your being.
A woman Asleep.
Naked like the sun