(Spanish poet)
Desire
I
In your sweet face everything is beautiful
because I look at death, I’m happy;
when I contemplate you, emotions give me strength
if I see in your eyes my sparkle.
Life plays with those
who die by the lives they live;
With a dreamy minty gaze
and I’m starting to consume you by your neck…
My tongue sweetens if I look at you
little tasteful skulls of many flavors,
I feel sorry if I break you, if you shine,
the sugar brighten my sigh,
sequins of snow in its glow:
death is the color that seduces me.