Elegantly do they stride
In their heavenly chambers
In the sky...
Blue eyes versus her Mexican soil
Boxers and panties
Both at the mercy of her teeth...
A crowded subway’s like a jungle
Overgrown with vines.
You have to chop your way inside
Scent of chrysanthemums
I was unable to see
The morning through your eyes,
To fit the time in a painting
And lock him out in one of...
Melodious is its name,
Worthy of its fame,
Romantic and idyllic all the same,
Sparkling and bright in the myopic’s eye...
It was a weird wall
Like the Mobius strip,
it had only one side,
the other one was unseen,
With heat coming up from the pavements
And banging on the walls of houses
With enough force to kill a man
With all of Cuba’s grown ups...
Sevilla, as she turns in her bed
Bumpy dreams of alarm bells at dawn
She snuggles restfully under the blanket of the warm air...
Hello to the limbs that fidget irrepressibly,
to the mind that explores my distant dreams
to the nimble feet that walk and never reach
those furtive lands of mystery and wander...