To see you naked is to recall the Earth.

…I went away from your side,
in love without knowing it.
Now I don’t know how your eyes
look, nor your hands, nor your hair.
I know only the butterfly
of your kiss on my forehead.

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.

El remanso de aire
bajo la rama del eco.

El remanso del agua
bajo fronda de luceros.

El remanso de tu boca
bajo espesura de besos.

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The still waters of the air
under the bough of the echo.

The still waters of the water
under a frond of stars.

The still waters of your mouth
under a thicket of kisses.

- Variación / Variations
Translated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp

But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.