Lullabies of the onion
onion is frost
closed and poor
frost of your days
and my nights
Hunger and onion:
black ice and frost
big and round.
In the cradle of hunger
my child was. With onion blood
he breastfed.
but your blood
sugar frosting,
onion and hunger.
a brunette woman,
resolved in moon,
she spills thread by thread
over the crib.
Laugh, child
that you swallow the moon
when it is necessary.
lark of my house,
laugh a lot
It's your laugh in the eyes
the light of the world.
laugh so hard
that in the soul, when hearing you,
beat the space
Your laugh makes me free
gives me wings
Soledad takes me away
jail rips me out.
flying mouth,
heart that on your lips
it flashes
Your laugh is the sword
more victorious.
Victor of the flowers
and the larks.
rival of the sun,
future of my bones
and of my love.
fluttering meat,
sudden eyelid,
and the child like never
colored.
how much goldfinch
soars, flaps,
from your body!
I woke up from being a child.
never wake up
I have a sad mouth.
Always laugh.
Always in the crib
defending laughter
pen by pen
Being so high flying
so spread out,
what your meat looks like
hovering sky
If I could
go back to the origin
of your career!
At the eighth month you laugh
with five orange blossoms.
with five tiny
ferocities.
with five teeth
like five jasmine
teenagers.
border of kisses
they will be tomorrow,
when in denture
feel a gun
feel a fire
run teeth down
looking for the center.
Fly child in the double
chest moon.
He, sad onion.
You satisfied.
Do not fall apart.
don't know what's going on
nor what happens.
