no one can stop at your sensual gaze

not even to your laughter that induces the desired darkness

I look at the sky and see the dimples of your cheeks

so tenderly you seduce as you please

free butterfly you go from colors to colors

without the trembling of the voice or the fear of the people

you fly so high on time

raising hands

filling you with glory

for leaving your slaves inert in the flames

happy as the morning

absent as the afternoon

silky as the night

your skin crystallizes itself with thousands of different caresses

all between your fingers and the ocean

spring sprouts and everyone wants to drink of you

cravings, you fill their glasses until overflow

with the raised hips happily

you pronounce a song of life, of fire

you sing to the moon and the dark night.