I am not asking for any mercy.

 I want to sleep on my stomach

you waking up with your lips on my horizon,

navigating between your breasts until they

reaching and quenching your thirst with my desire for your kisses.

What mysteries await our meeting?

Making love to myself is today the dream

me before the sun approaches the west

and these rhymes end up in a silent sea.

Last night I died,

that only the breathing of the heart

didn't knock

not

you were and no one hugged me.

I was dead

this morning with her

my heart still

you weren't

there and nobody loved me.

I am not asking for any mercy

or mercy

in this loneliness of mine

to gain presence

you and to love our phrase.