«Life is so fleeting so illusory,
like the wake that leaves a firefly
on the night of June … »
you said with the lost look
in the distant mountains. You explained to me
that the heavy pain of existence
it’s just a pinch of dust
of the wings of one of the blue butterflies
that fly around our house.
You mentioned your love of nudism
and to show your words
you took off your clothes
and you walked three turns around the hill.
You arrived terrified,
with your soft skin crying for fire.
I covered you with a blanket
I hugged you beside the bonfire
and you told me again about the brevity of life.
«Like a crystal enronqueido for millennia
like a bird that for a moment
has the memory of the memory
of his royal song … »
Asleep in my arms,
you warm softly
and the silences slip through your throat,
I inflate your nipples
and they rippe apart upon reaching your sex.
That night had no dawn.
The fire was not extinguished.
Millennia have passed
and I still feel the warm weight of your naked and sleeped body
against my fourth rib.
Up the stars
they have become birds first,
later in elixir of dreams