Words are golden
As the eyes of the cat in the dark night
In front of flash light
Surprised it when it was watching the moon
My tongue is quiet testing the brevity
Of experience
There are not monosyllables
Only a noisy sight in the deepest music
If my free verse
Words are also red inside my body
As the fire in the mirror
As a fan turning the air, yellow
As a wed sex under the lightning
As a rape pomegranate full of sweet blood
Or gorgeous gems incrusted in the tongue´s pleasure
Because I know, you are in my body
When I named you
But also, when my saliva perfums your kisses
Sex between the harvest white fields
Black, red, yellow, in the central labyrinth
Of life
As a silence tonge shadow
Expressing music!
