AMAURIS BURGOS RACINES - Barranquilla (COLOMBIA)
I need to tell you that I adore you
with the whole heart
that it is a lot what I suffer
that it is a lot what I cry
that I no longer can so much
I scream that implore you
I speak to you in name
of my last illusion.
I want you to know
that many days ago
I am sick and pale
of point not to sleep
that all have died
my hopes
my black and somber nights
that no longer you neither where
the future ran off with.
At night
when I put my temples
in the pillow
toward another world
I want my spirit to return
I walk a lot, a lot
finally of the day
my mother's forms
they get lost in he swims her
you again return
in my soul to appear.
I understand that your kisses
they must never be my
I understand that in your eyes
I must never see myself
I love you
in my lunatics and burning ravings
I bless your contempts
I adore your deviations
and instead of loving you less
I love you much more.
I sometimes think of giving you
my eternal farewell
to fade in my memories
and to collapse in my passion
plus if it is in vain everything
and you don't forget the soul
that you want you that I make
piece of my life!
that you want me to make
with this heart.
Then that it was
concluded your sanctuary
your lit lamp
your veil in the altar
the tomorrow's sun
behind the steeple
sparking the brands
fuming the censer
and opened up there in the distance
the door of the home...
Imagine that beautiful
the hours of this life
that sweet and beautiful
the trip for an earth this way
I dreamt in that when being delirious
with the shaken soul
I thought of being
good for you
not more for you.
That beautiful it had been
to live lowers that roof
both always united
and loving us both
your always in love
me always satisfied
both a single soul
both a single chest
and amid us
our mothers
as a God.
He knows God that that era
my beautiful dream
my desire and my hope
my happiness and my pleasure
well he knows God
that in anything I calculated
my zeal
if not in loving you a lot
under the smiling home
that I wrapped up in your kisses
when he loved you.
That era my hope
plus since to their radiances
it opposes himself the deep abyss
that it exists among both
good-bye for the last time
love of my loves
the light of my darkness
the essence of my flowers
my poet lira
my youth
my happiness of living
I love you.
