To you...
That you sleep in the colors of the rainbow
That they painted in my eyes,
Yellow like the corn that grew in my being,
Let your heart talk to you about my memory
That is nothing but yours playing game.
Sit on my lap to fishing stars,
The same ones that are embroidered on your canvas.
Let me talk to you very short
From the tales of our story,
There's nothing but witches with the same face
In the flames of a universe that makes us fire.
I know, you can hear how the river sings
While with my hands flushed your hair,
What's not black than mine
Or that ancestral night
From which the wind has written.

To you.......
That you keep under your skirt
Red seas in your bowls
And chew dry leaves of
My dreams of dreams,
Break chains of uprooting
As a new pitcher tear.
Under the cottonwood of sorrows
Let all the cries remain,
I can lick scars of old rinds
And to your lips
My know decorate silences.
More never streets my heartbeat,
Let them run under the bridge of the disbelieved,
In Case you'll only talk my time.

To you.........
When your time comes
Raise your look to heaven,
There Mora Guardian the moon of our creed
The same that nourishes the sacred opal
Own of the matrix that your love creates.
You who live inside this man
And they call you woman.

To you...........
That I chose you
Sister of these my letters,
Here where I make you poem,
Me me
I worship you and wish