Hereafter

Sights. Hereafter, I do not know where,

Perhaps fleeing, perhaps searching,

How should I know

Sights. Between your memory’s cracks,

Between the sea furious of your passions,

Between the veiled storm door of the uncertain future,

Sights. There, where only you know how to arrive,

Where the inexpugnable wall rises up,

Of you mystery, where the longing puts  to sleep

Between crystal walls and I pray,

Where the precious treasure of your fantasy

It germinates almost, at the splendid building lot

Of your being

Sights, riding a horse in the high-temperature reflection

Of your candy eyes, immense sights;

Comprising the infinity, dragging  along

In the maelstrom of your looking

The soul my.

Sights, I do not know where, unless you can

Attaining the secret of you looking,

Unless you may snatch a shred

Of the soul yours, to the undulating reflection

Of your delicate looking .