Duermes corazón;
reposas en tu hamaca de espuma,
derrama mi sigilo su rizo en tus labios;
relamo las gotas de vino que caen en mi vaso
y se enroscan mis dedos en tu tajamar de pelo.
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The words embody the flowers of my center,
in the garden of the loving union
they are extracts from my echoes;
illusive vocables
they breath in me and calm me down;
discreet game sounds that emanate.
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