Este Amor

If someone could be a siboney
Drifting at the sun's surface
If someone, your archipelago, your king
Your gulf and your lighthouse
Captured the color of the colors of the reason of the salt of life
Maybe they would come to understand
What this love has as law

If someone, Jewish, Yoruba, Nissei, Bantu,
King in the diaspora
Opened their wings over the world
Without needing or having to
And the world would then open, in turn,
Wings and petals
It's not really, perhaps, in bloom
That reveals what this love

(Your mouth shining, woman's mouth,
Neither honey, nor lies,
What she made me suffer, what she gave me pleasure,
What no one can take from me
Flesh of the word, flesh of silence,
My peace and my anger
Mouth, your mouth, mouth, your mouth, silences my mouth)

If someone sang more than anyone
About silence and scream
More intimate and remote, close beyond
Uglier and more beautiful
If someone could raise their Gilgal in Bethany...
What exterminating angel has as a guide the one of this love?

If someone, in some bolero, in some sound
Lost the mask
And found true and very good
What will not pass
Grandma moon would shine brighter in the island's sky
And the light of wonder
And the light of love
About this love