Summer is leaving goodbye predicted his return,
the trees are changing their leaves
is like dying in silence until resurrected
his memory in the green mountain
that will emerge in the leaves.
Today, now inhabit the corners of my geography
your presence to wrap my senses,
was drunk with my lips trembling
and love is quick to chase away the shadows
lunar eclipse squeezes in life,
giving free rein to indigenous voices
run in the blood, shake my inmost
people dance, the pride of blood
that give life to love you.
In this look like a swan in the distance looking for you to be,
where word is muted
pilgrimage to the body;
is that way without fanaticism shook
the value of the line, until I become
in Belfry, in the middle of your caress.
You've made your tracks the way
of my thought;
presence of fantasy that succumbs
have you in this vice,
with a narrow door that protects
on their luck to delirium,
that delirium me naked
that makes me like a dove in the sky of your mouth,
that delirium is transcribing
Taino jungle-hidden in your eyes ...
my belly dance,
dance my hands,
and I feel like I cherish the time
that I make is mine,
that no longer exists, there is no distance.
No longer inhabits the routine
and only hear the hum ...
proud of my love to yours.
by: Yolanda Roman