Flores En La Ventana

I've inhaled Persian smoke sailing on a vapor
And on the most lunar night sliding a
Song.

I've arrived at the moment when dawn embraces the
Sun opening the day I don't care if a
Nuclear kiss on the world's forehead dissolves us
In hand the horizontal line.

Put your war aside if you're done living I'm
Still not.

This ethereal oriental night.
Our tuberculous lungs will cough
Over the immaculate face of the earth.

We will enter the rooms of the pubescent
Maidens and whisper dirty poems
And foolish odes in their ears.

We will corrupt the orange blossom scent of their breath
With wines and sour perfumes we will roll purple cigarettes
Brought from old Persia and
We will smoke the thick cloud of their eyes.

We will roam the backyard of their thighs we will
Make the night burst into tears warm water, smooth
River so that the day dawns illuminated with
Smiles and flowery windows.

A white clown, a king, an acid in
Portion two red princesses and a
Tragic illusion.

Hey you, friend! Don't pretend warmth if
You enter cooling the room.