Observed by ears
    An unfolding vertical orchestra,
Smelled by my eyes
      I touched the aroma in her hair,
Like the nakedness of gentle air
      As fingers run through your name:
    
      Speak of the instant
And I can sense you even in dreams,
      The infinite moment
With you is a canticle of senses.

Luminous fallen child,
       Your star exploded.
The sublimation of youth
      Discarded in the dizzy geometry,
Like fireflies in a city
      Against the anonymous streets.
Home is where the heart is,
      Blood of cement and gravel.
Child, phosphorescent angel,
      Your light is a poor full moon.

Lost girl,
      Daughter of fire,
      (She wears black armor)
Raining your embers
          On the ecstatic boys,
          You sacrifice a piece of
Your innocent luminosity.
        
     Lost girl,
Ancient fire within,
        Your heart is an obsidian castle,
Formidable walls on a heap
Of broken lies( the boy wears white armor)
      
   Lost girl,
Holding bloodstained lilies,
       Crying the fire through
Crystalline eyes,
   Find yourself
And open your heart like a wound.

On this afternoon
       The poplars walked around,
I spoke your name;
       The wind took it away.

And the sun glazed windows
     Hold the echo of your reflection,
Sudden grey skies over
       The kingdom of your ruins.

The forms haunt, black dense memory,
          And I named this day
Perfect Sorrow Without You.

I am living at the center
         Of a fresh wound,
My steps resound
      In my head,
Only the pain is real......

      ****** vertical regrets
That weigh on me like shadows,
           The air is a manifestation of panic,
The sun is immobile,
     Everything I say vanishes;
All that I am is in these words,
      Perpetual lungs
Breathing the abyss,
    It's too much,
All the nothingness.

An angel stares into the sky
In the form of a little girl
Born mentally ill,
          The sky which is the
Inner eye of God scatters the spectacle;
        The people ignorant and blind
Pass the little girl, homeless.

All you readers:
Inside your safe worlds
The little girl almost becomes
Visible, only for a moment.

I am lost in the forest
        Of your hair,
You sleep as the dream awakens,
        Darkness turns to light

The sun dawns over you,
               Over me,
   The day gives birth to us.

Speak,
       Listen,
The night awakens and asks for you,
            I enter by your tongue,
We speak in nudities
    As our bodies invent another
Language.

Quietly whispered,
The words spoken without envy;

The divine thirst is for you,
In a myriad of liquids yours
Is the only quenching,
There is nothing as good to the soul
As kissing the nape of your neck
When I come home,
I hold your hands beside you
And gather them in a harvesting,
The touch dominant of my existence.

I will be thinking:
This pleasure is all mine,
A promise holy like time,
You are my Prophesy
Spoken with every minute.

Today I sit with my coffee
And I like life right now,
      I can feel it.
I almost touched my own soul
When the brew came out to perfection,
      And my tongue did not burn.

Today I sit at my table in deep contemplation
  And in these momentary boxers
I sit as I gulp down life's immensity,
So much and so little!
I buried myself in this moment,
And in this moment I have become
Everything and a sip.

     I write the infinity of a cup,
After all it is great coffee,
With my beloved own pen
And paper stating that a poem is born,
And repeating this gesture,
I take another sip,
The poem writes itself,
Always and never!

I'd like to immortalise this cup,
And the millennium will march,
This organism's had enough,
     Anxiety kicks in,
So much life in a cup!