Julio Flórez

You do not know how to love; are you trying to
give me warmth with your sad look?
Love is worth nothing without storms,
Without tempest... love does not exist!

And yet, you say you love me?
No, it is not love that moves you towards me:
Love is a sun made of flames,
and in the sun the snow never sets.

Love is a volcano, it’s lightning, it’s light,
and it must be devouring, intense,
It must be a hurricane, it must be a summit...
It must rise up to God like incense!

But you think love is cold?
That must it be in forever blank eyes?
With your anemic love... go, well go,
Go to the ossuary to make the dead fall in love!

Translated by Samuel Flórez