like lunch
at a time when temperature
rises,
you need an appetizer
chili for instance
that red hot one loved
by mexicans,
turns me red
all over
makes me feel
so alive
feeling like a
toro
my nostrils are
growing
smokes...
it is also the way
a poem is written
there is music in the
air
love is that perfume
in the room
and you are not alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem