Solsticio

If the solstice rises above, and below both of us.
And I thread this lillo with exquisite flower.
Two bolas de fraile strike the sandpaper.
If the solstice rises above, I rise with you...

The cold is sterile if I dance in your blues.
Your blouse is the foolish one that suffers my haste.
My haste sustains that enchants everything.
Your body and its wake, in mine, of light.

The wine lost its content.
Your skin gained an uninhibited.

I go for the last oxidized coin in your nurturing laughter.
Let it be whatever you want (and hopefully it's rock).

If I find your temple favorable on my chest,
I take a hundred steps from this cursed land.
Your star in my mouth, it pulls me. And places me
in the bosom of the limbo where your train arrives.

Lacking clear time the clock.
(The one that lies irritable on my wrist)
until my wrist becomes noticeable.
And time is the Devil
who plays at being God.

The pine tree lost its friendly effect.
But madness lives in your nest.

I go for the last oxidized coin in your nurturing laughter.
Let it be whatever you want (and hopefully it's rock).