LAY DOWN

The chills have disappeared,
no reason that should make you a world of passion.

It has no role
the face of the people who have flayed their abyss.

I promised you.

The freedom of the shadow is the sinuous wave that sinks into your chest.

Sitting on the park bench of lonely questions,
take off your woolen gloves,
and shake my hand.

I promised you.

I reflect on the desire,
of your secret vain life;
the fear was beautiful and even the dark, but now I close my kiss in vain,
on the lapel of your black cloak.

I promised you.

I will be changed like this night, reduced to a white dawn,
for those who linger on the quay waiting for the green of the lighthouse,
that gives the green light to every marine jewel.

I promised you.

A reflection of the sea remained on my eyes, before the last boat disappeared, and we greet it with a Goodnight of tears in wine.