You must be
some kind of infection
of my highest affections
and dreams.
Whatever you lead me to do
even though you´d never known,
seems unmoral, wicked and wrong,
but in my fleshy hope, it´s built my truth.
Some irresistible force glues our fragility
It´s time to let it flow,
mistakes of ours turn to strength that grows
and this transgression turns to reality
inside a tide of unconscious energy,
It will turn our fates upside down...
And the highest feelings, the deepest ones
will become the introspection,
may be deceptions and infections
In the perfection of the complete feeling of love:
It feels like the beach
when tides come and go,
It looks like the stars
in dark and light nights,
It smells like flower fields
in the season of hope,
It tastes like fruits,
No better fruit
than your love into my skin.

Panama,
5/25/92 and 6/2/92