I-XV In your life I see everything that lives—
like a puma in the barrens of night,
my place, a land of kisses and volcanoes
your form through that external crystalline light, (Let me steer like a ship through your name, and rest in anchor.)
the earth that makes carnations rise and makes them bloom
The earth will continue to live
for we make the only permanent tenderness And I stop, wounded by the wandering scent. |
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