“If with your feet…”, by Rafael Vega Albela- Grupo Milenio

Yes with your feet sunk in sleep

you raise your breasts to the serene light,

the seas of my sorrow melt away,

Possessing your image, I am your owner.

I no longer know the vain effort

to look for your footprints in the sand,

naked I discover you, warm and full,

floating among my blood, sweet wood.

I just ask my dreams to pour

looking for your soft, fiery figure,

and let your pulse be warned among the shadows.

That if my dreams of finding you are right,

those pure songs from your forehead

They give the silence a voice and awaken it.

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