I HAVE BEEN BORN

I have been born:

I have been born in the garden of the creation
where a rose was my mother
where my roots were from a star.

I have learned to walk in the universe,
where the rules were made by existence
where the final judge is death.

I have let myself plant a seed,
in the immensity of love
where a miracle has been born

I have seen life grow vertiginous,
where it remained caught in a second
where the memory of time stalks me

I have been here shining with my own light
where I’m illuminating myself with moon light
here, I’m reminiscencing of my father sun.

I have left a trail like a morning star
where they're orbiting my steps after me
where my descendants go after my universe.

I have been born created in image.
I am a tree of destiny in constant evolution
on my leaves are written pages of my spirit.

I have lasted in the garden of the creation
where in all its essence and all its magnitude
the verb was spoken, calling me a “WOMAN”

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SHE, SAME AS YOU

SHE, SAME AS YOU

The arrogant impetu gallops pleased
To charge on top of time.
Riding on the freshness of the skin
where the humidity of the life drips,
erect nipples of lust lie effervescent.
She, vibrant, divine, infects her nature
attracting under her skirt a universal shout,
pleasant yelp with moans in fervor
where orgasms become lakes, rivers and sea
with haste her skirt goes before the dusks falls,
where the call announces smiling
the uterus contracts, expands and responds.
The weather waits transparently in safety.
Plentyfulness is found with the life.
She thinks and offers the apple, he receives it,
and now she sits on top of towns and cities
she sits on top of fire, fallacy and more fire
after her instinctive pullulating gallop.
Amazon warrioress heading towards the mountain
the universal eye in the climax of the contemplation
it can not more than smile.

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POPLAR

POPLAR


I am a poplar tree crying like a sad river
I continue gathering more dust of forgetfulness

Leaving a path clean and pure

In the bark of my days
flows my silver-plated affection

My thoughts go jubilant and vibrant

When your memory arrives, the wind gets stronger
Is when more chromaticfully they are, synergy of this love

I crown your head with leaves of my flesh

Not in vain they spent twenty years or more
although they live to be four hundred

They say that the love is eternal. I've grown vigorous of life

I offfer my silver-plated leaves to you
in the ritual of death dressing myself as a holy cemetery

I remain offering this winning love.
I am the daughter of Helios and in crossed destinies
fall petrified tears like poplar leaves

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