The First Time

gentle and shy
wet as a kiss
vibrates inside


hot cheeks 
anxious glances
panting breaths


the belly scented
welcomes me
the love between the sheets

Te

En las lluvias de otoño,
en los amaneceres de invierno,
en los cálidos atardeceres de verano.

Cuando las hojas se marchitan,
dibujando en el aire
origamos de fuego.

Cuando la nieve
cae en silencio
dejando el tiempo sin palabras.

Cuando el mar resuena
en las soleadas playas del sur.


Te

Waiting wave

I drew
sharp edges,
blinding lights,
dark shadows.


Suddenly,
the straight lines
have become curves.
I played jazz notes
who know you.

Dancing

And tonight we dance, we dance.
We dance and drink that is not lacking,
We dance and smoke that is not lacking.


Friends are gathered here
and there is good music
and you can play it.


We dance because tomorrow
Who knows what the weather will
Who knows what the weather will be

friend

She tries not to possess anything,
nothing, neither things nor persons.
Looking for suspension
in time and space.

Her senses are wakeful,
in constant tension to the present.
She does not live the parenthesis
before possible future.
She lives the center of the world, 

time, itself, moment.

But restlessness is the fare,
feeling of not having plans.

I write something
and she answers every year.

I've been the unexpected meeting
in the folds of a trip.

Paraphrasing Bogani
I found, clear,
the figure of a lucky charm star.

I drew two figures,
one of these, 

a friend.