A Church will Sing

I only write what the lights and the darkness
Of life and this Universe
Write on the canvas of my soul

I only write the temple of the word
The silk of the word
The jasmine of the word
The smiles of the word

I only offer you fragrances of the word
The brooks of the word and the magic
Of the smiles of the word

And thus read not my words
But hold them on the palm-soil
Of your soul-earth
And a church will sing
 

The Sierra Nevada Song
 

Aha Sierra Sierra Nevada aha Nevada Sierra Sierra Nevada
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha ciela ciela Nevada la la ciela ciela
La la ciela ciela Nevada Nevada o Nevada la la la la ciela ciela
E la la e la la la la ciela Nevada o Nevada la la la la ciela ciela
Aha Sierra Sierra Nevada aha Nevada Sierra Sierra Nevada
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha ciela ciela Nevada la la ciela ciela

The island of space-peace the blanco-bride of the blue lights
Granada’s grand prize the spread of majestic white silence
The quiet of your corazon heart calling on the sky the sky
The sky hiding in your vast transparent blue smile Nevada
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha Nevada nirvana nirvana Nevada
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha ciela ciela Nevada la la ciela ciela

In the eyes of the restless Mediterranean you are solidity of
Silence the cradle of heaven risen in serendipity risen-awe
The cuna-emerald of lights sung and spoken you speak not
You are the grand design of Andalusian la luz blanco-blue
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha Nevada nirvana nirvana Nevada
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha ciela ciela Nevada la la ciela ciela

Aha Sierra Sierra Nevada aha Nevada Sierra Sierra Nevada
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha ciela ciela Nevada la la ciela ciela
You are the Matilde in the eyes of the eternal Neruda moon
Like Homer you are sung as the corazon heart of a fire-bloom
Your beauty-bites are cradle-songs of serenade you are la ciela
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha Nevada nirvana nirvana Nevada
Aha ciela ciela Nevada aha ciela ciela Nevada la la ciela ciela

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Seven Heavens of Seven Words

La Ciela: El Libro Del Arroyo De Sus Sonrisas

The word not found
Only the Cinnamon Girl standing
The ocean she is
Facing the shore of time
Mute a bloom of moments silentine
La ciela she is

In front of the glowing earth
The risen scarlet face of the Universe
Extended arm she speaks words
A beautiful one at the end
She is a beautiful vicuña-gaze
The Universe at an exposition

Only sonnets of her gaze
Only amarentine silence
There she is an awe
A supernova being held at gun-point
A peace of solitude
A journey of the stationary
She is the Cinnamon Girl
Risen to rise on the hyacinth horizon
Of eternity’s elaborate melodies
She is la ciela
At the vicuña-hour

Seven she says
Only a number
But hers it is
A heptagon of a fifty pence coin
A silver radiance on her smile
The pearls of glistening lights
On her crimson waterfall mouth
She is la ciela of the beginning
She is the beginning
The originus of the ciela

The name on the water bottle
The writing of her hand
As though the surface is the
Canvas and her la-pluma-touch
Must create the only dark on white
Lines of her innate sunrises of serendipity
La ciela the Cinnamon Girl speaks
Seven is my favourite number
She spreads out as spreading waves
Seven heavens she elaborates
As she looks up
As her fingers play with her hair
Caught a doe in lights helpless
She tries to hide in the forest of
Exquisite Calahonda-night-silence
She smiles a quick sand of sonatas

And she is la ciela
Ciela la ciela she is
And a promise is made
Cinnamon Girl offers
Seven beautiful words
That could form a heptagonal boat
Muslin enough to carry her

A kite of gold and silver
Yellow and purple black and white
Rosy enough to raise her
To the Eiffel heights of space-time

And there returned seven heavens
Of her seven words
A Sierra Nevada Promise
At a vicuña-moment
A sonnet of silence
A silence of sonnet
She is the speech of the silence
She is la ciela

Cinnamon Girl is caught
By the lights and the corresponding
Serenading silence that drinks her
There she is
The Cinnamon Girl
La ciela she is
And her first beautiful word
Canela written in mint green paper
Black ink cuts the mint green paper
Showing its cardiac pains tangibly visible

And here is the book
Of the brooks of her smiles
El libro del arroyo de sus sonrisas
Here is the seven heavens
Of the Cinnamon Girl
Made of her seven heptagon-words

La ciela she is
A Sierra Nevada Promise
La ciela she is
The Cinnamon Girl
May you sing her
So long Sierra Nevada is sung by the sky
So long the Mediterranean sings to Sierra Nevada
So long the Moon sings to the Earth
So long you love and hurt and rise to still serenade
So long time rolls on the motional planes of things and nothing blooming
You shall sing her la ciela la ciela la ciela the Cinnamon Girl’s Vicuña-Sonata

La ciela she is
At a vicuña-moment
Cinnamon Girl is caught
By the lights and the corresponding
Serenading silence that drinks her
La originus she is la ciela eternitum
Cinnamon Girl is la Vicuña-Sonata
The sonata of the vicuña solitude
The speech of the vicuña bloom of silence
The vicuña-speech of the spread of her gaze

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Canela: Cinnamon: One

Sainza

Words leave for sine die
Silence leaps on her eyes
Lights bounce on jubilant
A fiesta of silken moments
Honeyed lips scarlet gold
Glistens signs exuberant
She is word-smile-bloom


The simple cinnamon purely a dense dried
Vegetation of colours and scents teasing out
Sweet hot as apple-breath of an exotic desert
Off the fragrance-orchard locked in the vault

Cinnamomum zeylanicum
To the Greeks kinnamomon
To the Assamese alseni or in
Other tongues dalchini qerfa
Or Sita’s Wood densely rich
Epic force micro-magenitic

Earth magnetised in essence
Sweet hot toxicating like the
Sun and moon and earth all
Ventured in a single project
Cinnamon a dry island-heat
Deep dark brown gold mute

And your word Hellenic
Hello-fragrance of words
Hellenide helloside el dia
Hillside seaside ele-noche
Beautiful word enna dia

The Cinnamon Bird rose up high to roost
Nest she built choosing only cinnamon’s
Wood and her nest sat fragrant in the night
On Arabian shores dry-drowned feeding life

Mythology found her as the
Cinnamon tree in the sunny
Srilanka feeding the world
In myrrh of dried earth-fire
Sweet on fire fire on water
Juliet’s run in burning cool

Dry and dried still speaking
Songs of toxic spread dry a
Speech lack-aqua-current on
The tongue open-candleglow
Invisible though image-mute

Cinnamon girl says cinnamon
The beautiful word in her eyes
The rise and the apple she bites
The hair clip that stays stuck on
Her dress hair gold brown dry

The phoenix lives immortal bird in myths
Though thousands of years build the rise
The rebirth in the beginning taking a new
Beginning metamorphosis blessed by fire

Cinnamon woods burn fires rise and ashes
Form the melancholy solemnity of life and
The bird now a newborn reborn cinnamon
Of life el dia ele-noche la ella dia ella na dia

And Herodotus spoke of you
Aristotle found time to mention
You and the Egyptian too were
Talking of you and the Chinese
All was water of your dry-waves
Weaving fire and sweet hot-cool

Cinnamon girl’s first beautiful
Word on her lips scarlet dry
Dye of life her hand plays
The hair soft fragrant bitten
By static electricity’s silence

Cinnamon she writes lights
Write her fingers glowing
Scarlet soft sonar a silence
Word she is a sonar bloom
Cinnamon moncinna mon

And your word Hellenic
Hello-fragrance of words
Hellenide helloside el dia
Hillside seaside ele-noche
Beautiful word ella canela

Cinnamon wood burn fires rise and ashes
Form the melancholy solemnity of life and
The bird now a newborn reborn cinnamon
Of life el dia ele-noche la ella dia ella na dia
Cinnamon girl speaks like Cinnamon aqua
Dry-dye of sounds soft that glisten in quiet
Sonar colours el dia ele-noche la ella canela

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Lethargy Letargo: Two

Sainza

La pluma she is light-plumaged
Silence she crafts a temple serene
On life’s hill where lights dance
Down a white fluorescence-fall
Smile she is of summer’s spread
Always lit and light she touches
The earth a delight-choreograph


This will take you there where the lips of the waterfall take the river
The motion of rhythm in silent a speech of a momentary pause gold
Close your eyes and this will take you to the day of the night drink
Open your eyes and this will take you to the night of the day sip sip
El dia de la noche la noche del dia el dia de la noche la noche del dia
And open not your lips move not your raised arm and let lights go
Flowing over you down as though you are the enigma of lights lights

El dia de la noche la noche del dia
El dia de la noche la noche del dia
The day of the night in the silent shadow-cashmere beneath the tree
Sit and sip on the solitude inhale the air and sing the fire of your eyes
The night of the day is the country that no-one knows the map of yet
Name its landscape by the touch of your fingers magnetise it by static
El dia de la noche la noche del dia el dia de la noche la noche del dia

Away from the cities Madrid Barcelona New York London Tokyo
Where she weighs as much and commands as much a mass as this
Word quassipessilethergicolocomotovegetabulusoanimalum that’s
How long and heavy life spells there where living is a mirror dying
Takes place on telly and up and go go and up and down and pay do
And get done heavy all she can think is letargo letargo de life not of
Living but of dying howling on lost in weight-mass-disconnections

The fragrance blows through her
In layers in her being like lights
Cut through water closed eyed
The Cinnamon Girl hums a tune
Not knowing what she wears no
Mass nor weight a castle behind
Her stands in lights lit mute silent

The city brickened her into a body instructed and trained to work
On clear instructions and follow the billific life paying bills things
Are always in autogear mechanism where animalism finds no ears
Here there’s no mercy youth dies cries sighs silently wears a muzzle
And gradually the voice finds a stone to hide in to hire a space solid
She cries for libertad not letargo Cinnamon Girl longs for sol-siesta
The noche the skies the stars la luna el dia dancing in rain monsoon

Whispers rise as though the air
Now speaks her ears now rise to
Listen and they see the words
Colours and fragrance of letters
Let go Elldia let yourself go and
Fall on the notes of the Earth low
Green as grass soft and velvet as

Your hair fair and gold all rhythm
And go let go flow over and fly on
The fragrance stronger and softer
The touch fire the words velvet red
A far away flame her hair flowing
A dancing array of gold hair-springs
Flowing over the silk valley of space

The castles in the cities the dreadful buildings housing living graves
Now clasp all with formidable walls all in an illusion-glue-pull that
City-pulls where city slickers sigh on away compartmented there she
Was no Princess nada but she has always been one and imagination
Spoke to her and the Prince came riding taking her on his back wind
Their boat on the space-ocean foaming in music of a fragrant-silence
Rhythm took them beyond the kingdom where her hair was arco-iris

Her arco-iris hair maddened his heart and he sang her into melodies
Of waters skies grass and earth she’s a bubble floating up a rainbow
Light and the fragrance comes in layers and finds her sieves and rises
And rinses her like monsoon rain a vine she softens silverine Princess
Body-form she knew but mind-shape the fragrance finds and reached
The depth of her soul-spread and now she quivers in magnetic a flow
The earth has entered in her in fragrance-rain and she is the Earth now

Cinnamon Girl stands on her elevated
Feet on the velvetine grass on her back
The lights a waterfall around her the
Green going Stravinsky-mad she looks
The horizon now glows in nectar scarlet
Her face resonate the Universe equal-on

She inhales the fragrance as the whole
Must she drink this drink this grapes of
Hours this symphonic solitude this awe
For she now hears the vibrations shaking
Her core the horse the horse the rider’s on
She opens like the sky only a beginning of
Infinite openings like her smiles she is light

The student loans the insurance the rent the rent-a-kill the figurines
The routines the mechanisms of the dried mechanics and dry dread
Of bills and billification and the silly and the vulgar and the greeds
Nothing is close enough to where she wants to go she is lost in daze
Always a dry always a dread always a dreadful dead weight around
Life a slow-go-fast-burn for nothing no high tide nor there are songs
She is a dry river screaming in mute for high tides of light and dark

But she tires in her body and finds not her mind for there are clutters
Of things here there allwhere mind minds not is the motto that frames
Her days and soul exists not nor does its twin sister her imagination
And only she gets exhausted only she finds tiredness on her being like
Dry dusts of desert but she is no desert-call nor would she seek or sing
One and only she reaches at the reach of the day’s end letargo letargo
Go and still she sees the beauty of the word the sonar-vine-word word

In an infinite ocean in touch awash in rhythm and
Pulses beats and vibrations she stands wind flows
Over her as though she is the earth being the bed
For the wind a river flowing over her and she is
Alive vibrations reach her and she smiles a soft
Silk-nothingness becoming scarlet a pearl-sonata
She makes music of silence off nothing a fire-glow

And she inhales open arms stretching outwards free
Of pulls and pushes at liberty she is the libertad de
Momento the joys of her being stamp her scarlet face
Where beauty spots darken the notes she listens eager
Whispers: close your eyes and fall back onto me here
I am around you fall back like the waterfall and I’m
Your earth and will hold your sonata-body-fall falls

Listen to the myths of the letters decipher their shapes
Write their figures and envision their colours and sonar
Their sounds and let me blow them out like petals flying
I will sing you a song of your beauty spot on your little
Finger the little eye of your soul silently a word el noche
Write you a book of brooks of your smiles and your eyes
Fall now let go be the sonata-body-fall the arco-iris de dia

Lunch time in the cul-de-sac of the office passes like shooting star
The food tastes cold and hurry drums her off but she now looks at
Her hands where lines crisscross her palmscape and she soon finds
She is humming a tune a tune of what she yet does not know but she
Does sing out the tune hums and walks light to the kitchen where it
Rains from the tap drip drip dripety drip dripety drip silver flows of
Aqua sounds she closes her eyes and hums on being the valley-vine

Asleep the Princess of hundred a years
Oh how the solitude guarded her scarlet
Lips and crimson-soft face where lights
Lowered their dance and went soft and
Silence danced like Mozart’s concertos
She quivers as the vibrations reach her
She inhales as the fragrance recites her

The footsteps ever so gentle eager and
Beyond control a heart failing to beat
Suddenly the shadow of the face falls
On her like summer cloud-shadows
Her heart now races in sleep songs
Ring out as the current of blood and
The Prince kisses her Universe in fire

Cinnamon Girl hums now letargo but she smells the letters she
Feels their beats sees their pulses hears their sonar and she now
Paints in their colours and sees herself on the mirror of the days
And nights a poema de luna a poema de silencia and she hums
Her inner colours that have yet to call solid shapes but she walks
Light as though the earth is grass milky silky cashmere like her
Light-skin blood-kissed fluid bloom she looks up a scarlet rose

This will take you there where the lips of the waterfall take the river
The motion of rhythm in silent a speech of a momentary pause gold
Close your eyes and this will take you to the day of the night drink
Open your eyes and this will take you to the night of the day sip sip
El dia de la noche la noche del dia el dia de la noche la noche del dia
And open not your lips move not your raised arm and let lights go
Flowing over you down as though you are the enigma of lights lights

El dia de la noche la noche del dia
El dia de la noche la noche del dia
The day of the night in the silent shadow-cashmere beneath the tree
Sit and sip the solitude inhale the air and sing the peace of your eyes
The night of the day is the country that no-one knows the map of yet
Name its landscape by the touch of your fingers magnetise it by static
El dia de la noche la noche del dia El dia de la noche la noche del dia

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Roma: Roma: Three

Sainza

In la ciela moments her eyes shy-bitten
Bitten lips she hides in open reception
She inhales air and lets go off weights
Wait she does like the rose she hurts
As she looks and she opens in silence
Her words sonar yellow-butterflies
She speaks intoxicating tongue fires


A trellis of lights against which
Roma rises like a swaying liberty
Note of a dreamscape magic aria
In fluorescent space a grape-vine
Light-wet gold-mint-green-leaves
On exuberant shine as life copies
Her light-plumaged scarlet-smiles

And the day dances like an ocean
Of lights Roma aroma intoxicating
And in her gold-yellow dress thick
In lights’ bounce-back-flow it shines
On her face a yellow shadow on her
Roúgé-face where her eyes spell awe
She wears a velvet black scarf where

Spreads gold-white stars and it looks
As though a layer of the dark sky is
Cut out like a light-silk-muslin-space
With shimmering stars still singing
Songs of lights on her neck and with
Her gold-brown velvet hair Roma is
The pulse of light and appears like the

Roúgé-ringing Venus in bloom of fire
On the ocean of sky in a whirlpool of
Loss for words phrases sounds or calls
For she is radiant a bloom and her all
Only raises liberty’s beauty’s bells and
She plays her lips on the lights as silk
Madrigal of silence Roma aroma oma


Roma aroma roma-dia roaming on liberty’s breathe a floating song
Light as the petals of a rose being lit by the photon-flows of lights
If only Roma were like you she would have been intoxicating falls
Still be the subtle-thunder of the word-wine-glass the tornadoes of
A dysfunctional heart lost in hyacinth-storm by the weather-quake
Of your lips absorbing lights making a golden spider-web silence
Electric magnetic clasping all in mesmerising a quiet madness red

Silk-fire-songs that travel on air
From your tight-knit silences shy
Roma you carry the fragrance of
Your soul on your sol-hair-lights
Brilliance invisibly enticing on
Roma the azul-ocean’s unrestful
Waves beautiful in pearl-speech

If only Roma were like you she would have been the serenade-song
The best heart-thumping blood-rushing love-sonnet of mad minds
She was no Roma you carry the dreams like the seeds of the nights
That at dawn spring up as germinated wonders of your calls falls
Roma aroma a-near a-dear a-front a-rear above bellow a silk-form
A song lost in the tune being hummed that comes back to go out
Only to come back to rack and rake shake and take all to be lost

And she roams in the touches of the winds
And she dreams in the openings of brooks
The ocean lies ahead the journey the aqua
Dance thrills the silence the eyes doe-out
A path like a line of a pen la pluma-fingers
You write on lights but the lights forget to
Roam in space of the sonnet of your heart

You sit by the lake Roma toma oma na enna dia na ena ell dia where shapes
Are painted in sunk-wet an aqua paint and your mind opens inward like a
Whirlpool of thoughts and you dive in through the water-sunk float-clouds
And your imagination now seeks the inner spring where you now roam and
Drink all the minerals of the essence of your brooks within and you sit rained
On by the lights on the grass your palms press a gentle weight velvet soft you
Glow in diamond sparkles you sit a light-seek-mirror Roma aroma enna el dia

Aeneid stands on the ashes
The Trojans no more home
Dreams deleted lost no more
Ashes to ashes dusts to dusts
Earth to earth no longer soil
Seeks to raise prospects of a
Sowing plentitude in songs

Nor there any of harvesting
Fiesta no serenade of joys but
There lies Troy destroyed only
Bloods and bones silence and
Sickness of stony death-crawl
Only there ashes of what was
But Aeneid stands firm bound

By destiny’s call bound to the
Water he shall find Latium and
Found Roma find Roma and her
Aroma her fragrant eyes’ lights
Serenade there shall be for the
Music of the beginning Roma
Roma her hairs the violin calls

The altars lie destroyed down
Things all dust and wet-red yet
Memories raw and hurts raging
Bled on the hearts though the
Hurried ships soon onward went
Braving the waves men rowed
Nights and days storms thunder

Called and offered gifts of more
Loss and rage and dreary weary
Heartw tired souls broken bodies
They still stood for Aeneid the
Master of words as though they
Were woods he crafted them out
Reaching hearts raising them like

Sails all caught on fire of speed
Of the wind of his speeches and
They rowed and they steered and
They still ate and drank and slept
Aeneid carried on the pains hidden
Kept his dreams closed to his heart
And the hurts and the bleeds even

Closer for he must lead for he must
Blow the balloons of hopes in hearts
But he knew the land lay ahead was
As real as his dreams as strong as his
Faith as solid as his hopes and as soft
As his heart the way he breaks in the
Quietetude of the moon rising over

You sit by the lake Roma toma oma na enna dia na ena ell dia where silence
Scarlet as your lips vibrant as your heart beats and glowing as your eyes rise
And you are Roma roma roma aroma Ophelia-wonder sit and drink the air
The air that shares your body-spread rising and falling only in beauty’s spell
Imagination now seeks the inner spring where you now roam and drink all
The minerals of the essence of your brooks within and you sit rained on by
The lights on the grass your palms press a gentle weight velvet soft you glow
You sit a mirror for the lights to seek Roma aroma enna el dia Roma oma na

And Roma in Latium stayed not but carried on roaming
In her heart fire of gold cupid’s arrows or bows there were
Or not she just was the expressive flowing on of her inner
Aqua-transparence she walked in the lights and sang in the
Nights whether for Aeneid or for the serenading whispers
Of the nights the toxic jasmine spread the nights nectarine
For her senses but in the dark she was the jasmine-bloom

Roma aroma aria-de-la-libertad her soul as pure as the heart
Of the space over the church spire she breathes out only her
Beating heart’s longing for the space to bloom time to ring
And sing and the weather to join the joy rides of summer
But she walked and danced and sang and rang and called
For she only spoke of openings of the unknown she made
Singular a soul in each word and let them fly as butterflies

She reached here and there and her heart only sang
Of the waiting on a sense of un-founded not yet lived
For by but she knew she was the Roma the rising awe
In her magnetic spread in her silent soulful seek-songs
Roma aroma aria arena-sparkle of the awe she smiles
On her eyes only dreamscapes of arrows of lights and
Songs of red red roses and house of beauty’s silk-soul

Roma fathoms the lights with her hands where beauty
Painted velvet-shadow of softer a dark scarlet and she
Places her hands around each other and with a gentle
Motion she clays the space within into a silence-rose
Exactly like the way her mind is a song of impossible
To sing her smiles over her body she touches she does
Reach like rain-water on April’s green leaf a light-note

A trellis of lights against which
Roma rises like a swaying liberty
Note of a dreamscape magic aria
In fluorescent space a grape-vine
Light-wet gold-mint-green-leaves
On exuberant shine as life copies
Her light-plumaged scarlet-smiles

Roma toma oma na enna dia na ena ell dia signs of soft
She is symbols of chemistries hidden in her delightful
Doe-doings silent she is often speaking volume-golds
Ophelia-wonder she is the Parisian skies raining down
In dark Monets she holds in her eyes guarded by her
Nightshade-eyelids and words she makes into blooms
Aqua-grapes Roma toma oma enna dia na ena ell dia

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Amargo: Bitter: Four

Sainza

If lights made a fruit it is her
La luz-fresa she defines silk
In her soft sounds accenting
In colours words spoken as
Sonar landscapes of la-ciela
Ecstasy a thymetaphor she is
A la-sainza a quiet volcanic


Amargo the mine of fury of bursts
Amargo bitter the taste for the well
Is rooted in the spring of honey call
Out the lemons for the pomegranate
Lives on open to be crushed sweet
Sweats and beats flows and dances
Amargo amarentine amor-arias go

Your face makes lights her ornament
And wears it as a petal-membrane of
Living an arena-enigma of pulsating
Colours where your wonder-doe eyes
Signify what it is to be an observer of
Your gazes poses stares and blooms
Adazed in an awe of being lost-cloud

Victoria fall
Miel Words
Vic you ya
Na amargo
Sweet lights
Miel smiles
Amarentine

Amarentine are the moments when bitter bites you sweet
Sour tastes the shape of lips minding explosions of bursts
Amargo the lemon the acidic touches the liquid-fire flows
Spectrum high and low electric magnetic soft and hard and
Sweet as words bloomed on your tongue bitter as the lemon
Strings beneath the salt-bough white gold amargo amargo
Amarentine spectrum of senses shaping arts only you know

On the birthday a word takes shape on
The face of a light-wet roúgé -rose and
With moon-light-glows and vibrant an
Opening two beautiful scarlet petals of
The lips of the word opened and said:
Hello I’m the word I am your birthday
Present come to hold you a word: miel

Things you say the way you do open
Things to say the silences quiver and
The solitude sings like the glows that
You spread from everything you reach
Here’s the day to say necessity it is to
Let go of amargo yellow and bring in
The amarentine empyrean heaven na

Ele oma na
Na ya ona
Sanya enna
O miel-mile
Apple-words
Na amargo
Amarentine

On the shapes of things that live near your touches reaches
You hold heptagon multitude and there are always sure-go
Seven sides of your gaze like the seven-heavens amarentine
Your smiles have seven-heavens knitted in silken silence of
Your quiet opening of lips as if to speak of dreams the way
The night opens and the moon speaks in silver solitude low
Amargo and the sweet cease to differ but diffused in as one

Corners are lit the crevices are sowed
Walls are all windows openings full of
Universe rising and falling high tides
And low all serenading in with lights
The way they dance with your hair’s
Red-gold-static music to the ears of
The air electrocuted-silence blooming

Today beneath your feet the lemon
Not but the yellow roses fire of silk
A fragrance rising engulfing all that
Fragrant-silences flowing making all
Music amarentine sweet-honey-look
Of your eyes the sun in your words
The moons on your gazes amarentine

You look and vicuña-cashmere all is
The amargo-melon opens an ocean of
Lights in the dark amargo does not go
Without sweet songs of jasmine that
You spread in the air where you curve
A flowing river of rhythm of your soul
Amargo ena na el dia oma amarentine

Ele gold-yellow
Ele yellow-fire
Ele oma na na
River-Seine-lips
You amargo na
Si amarentine

Beauty is the humming-bird-silence that you hold up drinking away
The pollens of your silent-silk-thoughts soft a serene melody in wait
To form to raise the fires the empyrean heaven that only you shape
Drinks from your lip-lily moist static honey-gold and the observer’s
Heart fails but must translate transpose and go to seek to hold hold
The strongest of poles for he is all sand-fall for beauty is you letting
Silence serenade the fire amargo na amarentine ele roma amarentine

Your face makes lights her ornament
And wears it as a petal-membrane of
Living an arena-enigma of pulsating
Colours where your wonder-doe eyes
Signify what it is to be an observer of
Your gazes poses stares and blooms
Adazed in an awe of being lost-cloud
 

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Cuna: Cradle: Five

Sainza

Were a book to open a cheeky mountain
It is her face where she paints a mischief
Glowing shimmering a selective emphasis
On her eyes and she opens her mouth and
Beauty onward rises to ring in the heart of
Silence to burst out epic a supernova quiet
Silentine la ciela her eyes form word-buds


Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon
The jasmine night sings
Through the silver solitude
Of ele-luna cuna the cradle of the moon on la-ciela
The corner of the Universe
From where all the shapes
Begin songs begin and flow
Cuna la una ele-luna-cuna
Of ele-luna cuna the cradle of the moon on la-ciela

Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon
The moon-cuna holds her
A green-emerald in silver
Cashmere-touch and sings soft lullabies of dreams
The look on the eyes cuna
From the home of the beats
The clasp of the dream-mead
Cuna-the primero the la-rosa
Of ele-luna cuna the cradle of the moon on la ciela

Of her gold-emerald eyes asleep they are open and
Opening wonderscapes
Rushing and gushing rains
Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon
Ele-luna la ciela cuna Vienna na cuna la ciela ciela
La ciela ele-luna cuna Vienna na cuna la ciela ciela
Of ele-luna cuna the cradle of the moon on la ciela

Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon
The jasmine night sings through the silver solitude
Of ele-luna cuna the cradle of the moon on la-ciela
Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon
The moon-cuna holds her a green-emerald in silver
Cashmere-touch and sings soft lullabies of dreams
Of her gold-emerald eyes asleep they are open and
Opening wonderscapes rushing and gushing rains
Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon

And the lullaby lulls the space
And the lullaby silks out the night
And the lullaby crafts a soft-silver-diamond-touch
And the lullaby spells the negations into beauty’s touches
And the lullaby rises and falls a waterfall of serengeti-spread
And the lullaby of the ele-luna-cuna sings la-parisiana-night
And the lullaby flies her beyond reach of earthly reaches or stitches
And the lullaby serenades her as the heart of Neruda in Matilde-madness
Tonight the night is mad-jasmine and the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon

There goes the geometric geranium there in the corner
There they shine with her sings and singular solitude
Angles and corners seeking to home in a safety net of
Care of the voice that rises everything upward ecstatic
A warmth of fingers reaching body-fragrance filling in
The air feeding the minds’ smouldering smokes fires
Stand side by side a ninety degree angle a good start
To make a go of and undoing the angle make a line to
Begin again an elevation of failed hearts to beat again

The cuna calls on to open cuna is where all seeks to rise
Softer than the lights there remains the heat of prospects
The calls of the futures folded in layers of lullabies and
Hopes are all they build dreams are all they sing and it
Is there where falling back and rising up going on
And coming back at the cradle of life at the cradle
Of la-libertad cuna ele-cuna beauty of words that
Only a reach only a seek only a solid silk serenity
On the cradle of the moon be ele-luna-cuna la ciela

Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon
On the cradle of the moon be ele-luna-cuna la ciela
There’s the geometric geranium in all the corners
Lullaby rises and falls a serengeti-waterfall-spread
The jasmine night sings through the silver solitude
Of ele-luna cuna the cradle of the moon on la-ciela
Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon
The moon-cuna sings only the green-emerald-silver
A cashmere-touch a soft lullabies of dreams of her
Gold-emerald eyes asleep they are open opening
Wonderscapes rushing and gushing rains silverine
Tonight the earth sleeps on the cradle of the moon
 

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