Gacela of Unforseen Love

no one understood the perfume

of the dark magnolia of your womb.

nobody kne you tormented

a eeth.

a ttle horses fell asleep

in th moon of your forehead,

ws i embraced

your , enemy of the snow.

beter and jasmins, your glance

was a pale branch of seeds.

i soug to give you

tters t say “siempre“,

“siempre“, “siempre“ : garden of my agony,

your body elusive always,

t blood of your veins in my mouth,

your moutless for my death.