The body of the flower


There where fifteen minutes of soft waves. You where the legs if the mix of the hair, the memory is the volcano of the sea.

A light of air flies away from here.

I remember the pollen that burns the avenues, the places where the blood adventures. When I had nothing, I walked the garden of flowers.

There was a perfume.

With you it was a limpid fire within.

An abyss was known inside the path of disclosure, I had to close the windows. It was a love vanished in the blade of secret wounds.

It was then that I found you, within the tree of the waves. You wake me up, for the body of life.

Then … I am obliged to everything else.