I come from the illuminated foliage
of the light of an island sinking
in pieces.

I come from the depths of your eyes
which are like a rainbow,
like a verse.

I come from your hands that embrace me.

I come from the marabou thicket
and from the sad sun that sinks
each morning among the roses.

I come from the trees
that dwell in your chest.

and from the waters
that flood the trail of your hair
like a spaceship
that conquers the Milky Way.

I come from the songs
that the poet wrote.

And I come from the weeping of a girl
sitting on the edge of the ocean,
beside the precipice of the gods.

I come from the shipwreck of your hips,
and from the shipwrecked foam
that floods you each night as you dream of my kisses.

I come from tyranny and go to freedom.
I go to the breath of the fish
and to the vine of the solenodon.

I go with a weary step.

I come from the breath of the fruit
and from the skin of the fruit
when it spills onto your breast.

I am in the perversity of your bed.

I am at the door that leads to your room.

I see the dancer who seduces and moans.
Lady she, the queen of the night seated upon the night
waiting for the light
that I bring here
like a burning ember
in the middle of my heart.

_{If you'd like my novel The Blood of the Marabou (2020), you can find it on Amazon}

_{This is an original text written in Spanish and translated into English using Google Translate.}