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Sacrilege

Today I destroy a book
It was of Neruda
I shed their leaves
methodically
from them flowed
salty tears
in the fall
they became
shells
snails
sand and
sea.

Agua de lluvia

I am

That april afternoon
cold wind on your face
lake of unexpected events
wet ground in mesquite firewood

Fever / Hugs / Kisses / Sunsets

Mountains emulating the lower part
ff your waist

Return to distant memories
the yesterday sealed in the field

Quiet water on the lake.

Agua de lluvia

Memories

I remember you
nude on white sheets
at half light

Your body at the center
bright sweat
lights up
my face.

Agua de lluvia

Exist

Remain
extend without fear
the agony
faithful stools

I lie down and pray:
I love you.

Agua de lluvia

Mist

An ice ghost
take the street
then the portals
the window glass
sweat cold drops
scare the dream

It goes out to the balcony
blow strong
birds tremble, walk away
a tree tries to resist
expired
flowers give way to spell
they record the fear.

Agua de lluvia

That night

In the middle of the dirt road heading your house
I know more of your charms and mysteries

Clouds dim the light
the air is cold

Small points of light mark our destiny
we talk

You tell stories about witches and ghosts
we laugh to stop the cold

We are so lonely
that even our shadows leave us.

Agua de lluvia

Wrestling

Lit evenings
go out with the sweat
of two bodies in combat
for the unlimited fight
there will always be time.

Agua de lluvia