Alexander Sheversky one day return to your eyes
and start all over again
back with a hollow metal sound
and wet sun
seek among the papers of the time
your body and your hair green grape
will crown you with my mouth silent
and my hands do not end
back for you and your blood Starry
spend the afternoon watching as a former shadow
something will break up there and not us
suddenly something will burn with the echo of your sheets
And again more alive, more pure, more hungry
and return
feathers flying and tearing do everything for you, all in silence
even the roosters will prolong the night
when they see you naked.
- Mario Meléndez
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