You come at night with the fabulous smoke of your black hair

You come at night with the fabulous smoke of your black hair

trees and trees of sorrow

my body catches fire and quivers

the eternal is immobile

stones thrown into the windstorm

tend to become unique

oh tree, my heart parts

from a faraway place

to reach your brow

with nocturnal beasts in its eyes

and blocks that fall from its hands

you immerse me

in the phosphorescent sea

where my being comes to life

I roll down the slope of your body

to your feet

twin constellations

in this earthly night

where we read the history

of the world