Una mia fotografia
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ARDENT PASSION
| 1) I | 2) II | 3) III | 4) IV |
| 5) V | 6) VI | 7) VII | 8) VIII |
| 9) IX | 10) X |
I do want to enter into the earth
with you
and dig with the bones of my
body
subterranean stones feeling
your skin
burst with fire for my love.
And it doesn't matter if others
have already been here, my arms
would be different as well as
the heat
of the mouth that joins itself
to mine.
Ardent passion to grab you and
hear
your voice shouting you're
surged
from unknown word's of
love.
They have destroyed all that
you had
and there wasn't a tear in your
eye.
You stood strong and kept biting
your lips
when one drop of your blood
spoke to me.
Great woman, sublime, endless,
crater of my blood, of yours,
from my vein of love get
the dignity that will keep you
on your feet.
You will have me by your side;
we'll spit
vengeance from every space and
time:
it is because they made us eternal.
The white foam that tenderly
slept
dreaming of children's dreams
glides over icy waves.
In this hayloft of yellow light
your hair
has left the scent of the sea
and mortal blades.
All around, lighted from your
body
I'll see the trees as red flames.
It's so beautiful hearing you
shout
you are not afraid to die if
life
is stuck from salt water crabs.
On your forehead, wrinkles of
years
so loved where the glance of
time
never stopped, arose the words
that split in half the
geographic walls
of this destroyed world.
Woman, my woman, endless gift,
which from the depths of your
offered cove
you make me a man
I won’t lose one drop of sweat
of your love; when I shall die
your name will be my last
cry.
Along the diadems that surround
cloaks and crowns, I will
go up to you
like a flowing river day
by day
brushing away crusts from the
wounds.
Over blinding, white sheets
words from the sand will arise,
colors without frontiers of
houses
and comfortable snow will become
a bed
where I will sleep in an
array of leaves.
From the quiet sleep, slowly
poems of anger and love will
arise.
Pendent tide on stones and
cruel hearts of paper where
they
sign white sentences of deed
extinguish the flame of your
senses.
Then my voice calls you
where night arises and day folds,
where what you feel is only
a white echo
of suffered love like
the beauty of your flanks:
flowing curves of our earth
cursed from the price of gold.
Enfold me now and cover my
eyes. I need to eat and
lay on your lips to
suck the savor of saliva
from your mouth, to make me feel
alive!
Enfold me even for tomorrow
and for all days of always done
with
stones and pain. My hands
are so big that you won't know
anymore where the borders of
the
brown earth of your body begin
or end.
Sit down next to me my guiding
light
of pride and hope, flower of
humility.
I who am the farmer of
nettle
and seeds that will trace furrows
of the earth,
paths of fruit where our steps
will walk along the streets
of sunflowers. Give me
your arm
my lady of woods and lakes of
mountains.
Tomorrow more people will say
hello
shaking smiles of hands and
hair under one unique sky.
Deserts, mine fields: it is here
that I will keep my promise
and you will be mine where the
bramble bush
marks the skin and the sun lights
the air.
I go with my eyes watching and
my
tight fists extirpate the plant's
shoot
of dishonesty and lies.
Your breasts
will be unbelievable eyes
seeing yourself so weak when
I tighten
you to me and so strong opposing
yourself
to elastic cracks of a blind
world.
We will walk along the night
aware of our love that will
be our light.
I will write then the
poems
that you have been waiting for,
each word will have the color
of your skin.
Poems of love and blood like
waves of hot wind
and the scent of wet earth
will give life to incommensurable
wishes
to live your body
and kiss your soul
like one immense breath of God.
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