Lips you pass so close

Lips, you pass so close  

From a kiss to words  

Corollas of knowledge  

And of pleasure  

What are you doing here  

On this deserted face  

Kneaded by a bare silence  

Without a halo  

Aren’t you afraid  

Of being late bloomers  

Of crossing your borders  

Into an unreal land?  

Yet your edges tremble  

And the skin begins to see  

As if the ancient spring  

Reopened the evening  

To see the day  

Is to open the sky  

To see the day  

Is all of infinity  

To see the day  

Is to leave the shadow  

And the primal water  

Takes us back  

(To see the day)  

(It is to open the sky)  

There, the eyes gather  

A timeless light  

It slides on the cheek  

Like fruit on the sand  

And this chastity  

Is not coldness  

It is a hand of a spring  

At the edge of the face  

Aren’t you afraid  

Of being late bloomers  

Of crossing your borders  

Into an unreal land?  

Yet your edges tremble  

And the skin begins to see  

As if the ancient spring  

Reopened the evening  

To see the day  

Is to open the sky  

To see the day  

Is all of infinity  

To see the day  

Is to leave the shadow