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Poems-Passionate tango/Kiss my soul/Making a child

Passionate tango

Unforgettable moments

Sensations and thrills

Seduction,

Passion,

Jealousy,

Domination

And possession

Mesmerizing the music

Synchronizing the steps

Illusion and reality

Seamlessly into a flowing

The man mirroring

And opposing the female steps

On time - tiempo

Slow - half tiempo

Sultry, passionate and elegant,

Sometimes

Dramatic and intense

Entering the visceral

Non-intellectual experience

Of the body

Where there are no words.

Kiss my soul

If that morning would be my ideal incredible realness,

In a forgotten time of the telluric and most desirable land

Your certain love would come to utter my vivid happiness

Kissing closed eyelids, caressing them with your tender hand.

We would wait for the mercy of our dearest Lord Christ Jesus

Who quintessentially has freed us from our sins by his blood

Purifying incessantly our souls by our obedience to the truth

Greeting one another so deeply with the kiss of our love

I would still be sleepy and I would be like a squatting deer,

Twilight unequivocal zone would be in its dim lighting resilience,

Always tossing in between these two worlds of virtual and real

And His love would fulfill fascinatingly our benevolent radiance.

Your soul would penetrate totally my soul with your embrace

The intangible feelings would turn into tangible unequivocal shivers,

The old world changing, to the new world of whispers yielding place

Being enlightened by our eternity that these two worlds dissevers

Waking up with our ideas as enclosed beneath souls entwined,

Metamorphosing both of us, melting our inexpressible sorrow,

We would awake for forgiveness, our glittering souls being absolved,

I would know how deep is your love, I would have hope for tomorrow.

When our shining sunbird into the horizon would fly and disappear

And the sun would rise by reflecting a thousand colors in the water

Pervading a realm of space from our empyrean dreams, drying the tear

Understanding that if you're no longer alive, it does not matter.

Making a child

Making a child

For giving love a dual name.

For saving its own sense.

For completing our life with an overwhelming sense

of happiness and lightness...

Let's make this child

By bringing him into existence,

Slowly,

With our kisses and light glancing touches,

Until we can feel him inside shivering,

In both of us.

Let's give him his own body,

This most common clay which belongs to us,

Let's give him the freedom to be born.

At that special moment

Of losing control

And fusion of souls,

When the happiness

Seems to be so much

The magical sensation

Of being in touch with God.

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