From Sky to Earth

In my land at late afternoon you are like a candle
Everything shady with arcane voices, the salt of the necklace.
And piles of warm bread in front of night
with its oily blossom
my heart moves from being rabid to being thick.

You are going to ask where are the orange?
And the rain great splattering its clusters and disintegrating them full of
And the salt to its autumn
and among the veins the absent minded one,
the child covered with resolute curtain
amid opaque sunburst orange water and sand-colored
leaves.
You, who is like a vagina cat among the relaxing of many uncle
if you were not the apple the hollow moon!
Cooks, sprinkling its sugar,
across the land
Some preserve but I paint your metal like dove
and in my hammock, during the sunrise, I woke up naked
and full of love.