Beso de Ginebra

It was you or it was the sun
or that drop that wet your skin.
The blue of illusion
is flooded in an amen.
I who walked on the edge of nothingness
fleeing the pain of the world.
You, wounded,
convinced of the mystery
the sentence of never loving.

It was you or it was the sun
that ray that emanated from you.
The poison of love runs within me.
You, burning,
in a Geneva kiss
stretched out in the twilight
new hours
phrases ignited
by something more than passion.

Tender dawn
listening to the same blues
ancient loneliness of bars
and yet I am hurting my voice
with fine notes like daggers.

It was you or it was the sea of having you in me
in the fire of love my future burned.
You, burning,
in a Geneva kiss
stretched out in the twilight
new hours
phrases ignited
by something more than passion.

It was you or it was the sun
that ray that emanated from you
the poison of love runs within me.