Campo de Flores

God gave me a love in the time of maturity
When the fruits are either not harvested or taste like worm
God - or perhaps the Devil - gave me this mature love
And to both I am grateful, for I have a love

For I have a love, I return to past myths
And add others to those that love has already created
Behold, I myself become the most radiant myth
And carved in shadow I am and I am not, but I am

But I am more and more, I who did not know myself
And tired of myself thought I was the world
A tormented vacuum, a system of errors
The old mornings dawn again
That I never lived, for they never smiled at me

But they always smiled behind your immense and contracted shadow
Like a letter on the wall
And only today present
God gave me a love because I deserved it
Of so many that I have had or have had in me
The essence was squeezed to make wine
Or it was blood, perhaps, that formed into a clot

And the time it took for an indecisive rose
To draw its color from those extinct flames
Was the most just time. It was time of earth
Where there is no garden, flowers are born from a
Secret investment in improbable forms

Today I have a love and I make myself spacious
To collect the belongings of many
Ungoverned lovers, in the world, or triumphant
And seeing them loving and ecstatic around
The sacred terror I turn into jubilation

Their grain of anguish love already offers me
In the left hand. While the other caresses
The hair and the voice and the step and the architecture
And the mystery that beyond makes beings precious
To the ecstatic vision

But, because I was touched by a twilight love
I must love differently. With a serious patience
Paving my hands. And perhaps irony
Has torn apart the best donation
I must love and be silent
Outside of time I drag my spoils
And I am alive in the descending light that confuses me