No one understood the perfumeof the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormenteda hummingbird of love between your teeth.
A thousand Persian little horses fell asleepin the plaza with moon of your forehead,while through four nights I embracedyour waist, enemy of the snow.
Between plaster and jasmins, your glancewas a pale branch of seeds.
I sought in my heart to give youthe ivory letters that say "siempre","siempre", "siempre" : garden of my agony,your body elusive always,that blood of your veins in my mouth,your mouth already lightless for my death.
