April
gulls float in the air .
not sound the sea, provides
quiet at my feet, as innocent at the time
better presence,
the surface and glows in
certainties soothes and reminds the beholder who are one
live and have lived,
body and knowledge.
sleep between the rocks a few laughs
a confident youth, like eternal
its eternity. Sorry, I guess,
caresses, lips, hands
stubbornness and thighs.
And there the moment because they know nothing.
I love oblivion and there, with those bodies.
I rub his hair, or is the breeze,
like a shiver of pleasure that spread
the aroma of young lust.
And again I'm spying.
Bebo to look
the patience of time outside, turquoise
impossible time, these noises
love, this clean light, wounding
the fullness of the body.
And you're with me, walk beside me now.
In the salt smell of the stones
pop, youth. You're with me, because I have you
went, but I do not belong,
and no longer seeks
your promise if it is to meet in
lost by your own beauty to my shadow.
Francisco Díaz de Castro
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