Missing you (After Night. I wake up and write verses for you...)
After an impenetrable night
floating dreams
concentrated thoughts
fertile imaginations
how to tell you, Fi
that in this morning of the last Thursday of April
the pages of my mental bookshelf
are full of your name?!
Your eyes, Fi
I think about them
I imagine them,
There will be other eyes,
among those who have ever seduced me on this planet Earth,
more beautiful than yours?!
There will be other lips,
among those I've ever tasted,
that they're sweeter than yours?!
And there will be another body, oh, my goddess,
among those who have sown me in their feminine forests
that is more desirable, fiery and sensual than yours?