Mardin y Mesopotamia: Viaje al Kurdistán Turco

Gänseblümchenblütenblatt

The beauty of the colors

Fractal perfection of primavera

When I feel the daisies odors

Fühle ich mich als ob in my vez primera.

Who could for me recover?

A bouquet of tiny flowers

To make me feel again a lover

And forget the trivial others.

To the one who defies the grassland 

und schenkt mir ein Gänseblümchenblütenblatt

promise I my heart and an island

where we will share the sky in our habitat. 

But if after all my generosity

Nobody dares even for curiosity

I will take that adventure for me

The daisies, my dreams and my tea. 

Jena, Germany, November 2024

 

An undelivered letter

 

Here you have a letter. One that should never be delivered, but with words that burn inside my chest. Maybe inside yours too. I must admit that I am still learning to describe my emotions, because before putting adjectives and substantives to my tears, my smiles, and my desires, they flowed through my entire body as the light that bathes me since the day I was born.

I know we dream of escaping, of running beyond the wall, and bringing together our alchemy to discover the secrets of eternal passion. 

I can write all the verses this afternoon

How can we ignore that our encounter brought more life to the summer than the majestic sun? How can we ignore that the heavy weight of the gray clouds in the rainy autumn dissipated when our arms surrounded each other?

I can write all the verses this afternoon

Drowning have I been in my hallucinating visions, immersed in the depth of the brownish universe of your pupils, blinded by the clear revelations of our looks. 

I can write all the verses this afternoon

Your eyes told me a secret some days ago. There were only five centimeters of thin air in between us. We could even breath each other, and the sparkling cocktail of desire made our atmosphere drunk.

I can write all the verses this afternoon

There alone, as the time paralyzed our doubts, your eyes shyly kissed the edge of my mouth. And me, weakened by the intoxicating heat of my lustful soul, extended the tip of my tongue to taste the elixir of your fleshy lips. 

I can write all the verses this afternoon

 Our fantasies, unsatisfied with having just a token of flavors, untamable after getting to know the pleasure of crossing the borders of curiosity, brought us through a whirl of naked caresses. 

I can write all the verses this afternoon

Cansados de tentar el prohibido destino, las puntas de mis dedos navegaron sobre las olas de tu piel y mi voz, en un sonido silencioso que solo los dos pudimos escuchar, embriagada de éxtasis exclamó.

I can write all the verses for you. 

Jena, Germany, Noviembre 2024