Nanas de la cebolla
The onion is frost shut in and poor
. Frost
phone
days and my nights.
Hunger and onion,
black ice and frost
large and round.
hunger in the cradle of
my child was.
onion blood
breastfeeding.
But your blood sugar frosted
,
onion and hunger.
A dark woman
resolved
moon pours
thread by thread into the cradle. Laugh
boy
bring you the moon
when necessary.
Lark of my house,
laugh a lot.
Your laughter in your eyes
light of the world. Laugh so much
my soul to hear
beat in space.
Your laughter frees me,
gives me wings. Solitudes
I removed, I started
prison. Boca
flying,
heart in your mouth
flashes.
Your laugh is the most victorious sword
,
winner of the flowers and the larks
Rival of the sun.
Future of my bones and my love
.
flapping meat,
sudden eyelid,
living like never
colored.
goldfinch much
goes back flaps,
from your body!
woke up to be a child:
never wake up. Sad I
mouth:
always laugh.
always in the crib,
defending laughter feather by feather.
a flight so broad, so widespread
,
that your body is the sky
newborn.
If I could go back to the origin
your career!
the eighth month
laugh with five orange blossoms. With five minute
atrocities. With five teeth
as five teenagers
jasmine.
frontier of kisses
be tomorrow,
when
teeth feel a weapon. Feel
fire
teeth running down the center
looking. Fly
child
double breast
moon:
he thought onion,
you satisfied.
will not collapse.
not know what happens or what happens
.
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