The room where my ruiseña lives
It is nourished by the noise of my delay
The street edges are folding
And the morbid watch looks blaspheming
After the rain rises its kites
And wet some star that dies between violins
And crowd your disheveled whips
The haunch of my colt that has not been pip
At night everything is clear if in your curtain
Ripple a hip that is guessed,
Shake your handkerchief the race lover
And turn on the signals where it passes
My atavistic sleepless looking house.
The bed where my good luck awaits
It is warm like a belly and it is luminous
Coming from the rain and forcing doors
I appreciate that your win is already awake
The bed where I run my tributes
It's where we banned the costumes barrier
And where somehow its glow
It takes over my sovereign language
There we breathed of dexterous luck
There we sheltered in case death
There I give you my rales
And there she devours me with a thousand loves
Taking from my blood the fresh flowers
The bed where your soft pulp nests
That's where my neck rises my bird
And that where it stretches its clear mode
Loving me closely and biting everything
Your bed multiplies my span
Which is the key with which I open your opulent tasty
That is fire with which I cast its cold outside
And stoke his moan when he wants it
Coming from so far I'm so deep
So close to your inside and so deep
So avid and complete, so crushed
So possessive and full, so applied
That when the new day comes up, I get bled out.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)