As Pústulas de Lázaro

I came to you in the dawn, in morning red

A secret domain of love, tender and warm, 

I came to you in spring, and noon was green

Fierce and bold, in the joy of becoming

I came to you at night, in cold blue lips

Time on the forehead, and fear of dissolving

I came to you in winter, blind and black

Unmoving and eerie, grey corpse on the ground

I came to you in joyful fear,

All the stillness of despair,

Loving the descent

Of falling

Down

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