Esdrújulo

It's cosmic about being more fertile,
of not being shy, of being more tropic,
to go pale, make it thermal,
feel like a neighbor of the most playful,

with green pencils trace the area
of what magical breaks the limits,
search for the hydraulic of the volcanic,
free the meter, change syllables.

And with elastic anarchic forms
play how hoarse it sounds Homeric,
found metaphors, create the hypothesis
that the asthmatic becomes oxygen.

Place the compass to the very poor south,
arm syncopations against despots,
change the tonic for a seventh,
play spherical sounds in triangle.

And to the dogmatists so little orgasmic,
almost not even erotic to be so modest,
to those uncritical androgynous bias
tell them "cold, don't be retrograde."

And with harmonics sing very clearly
against the frigid fighting torrid,
with multiple weapons calling warm
lubricious ocean floors.

The cyclical rhythm of the esdrújulo waltz
It is like the systole that goes to diastole,
all heart with euphoric walking,
nothing presbyterous, rather sacrilegious.

Loving nymphets who dream pregnant,
the acrobat waltz crosses the vertices
calling graceful pristine creatures,
prolific beings of the still unpublished.

And make the arachnids lyrical
and judge their armies quickly
through an impartial arbiter of judgment
that imprisons perfidious people in prisons with impunity.

And the politicians with a turncoat gesture,
the undaunted, the always accomplices
they will fall pathetic into the spasmodic
when the energetic cuts off their traffic.

With the poetic nature of the arrhythmic waltz,
that is critical of its purposes,
they cannot syncope or funeral blows,
nor is it due to gibbets that he remains headless.

Nor is it because it is triphasic that it forgets historical
titanic fights for wireless,
so the supreme rises euphoric
and announces upcoming historic changes.

When the poorest take the domes
and the starving take over Africa
and the indigenous Amazonian land
and the mechanics take over the factories
and the utopians leave the prologue
and the color blind paint the clear
and the chuequísimos dance with joy

now the earthling will be very free
like the cyclical rhythm of an esdrújulo song.