Erotic Plot
the rain has almost stopped —
will an earthquake come?
vampires keep chiming the bells
while hearts drip blood
in the dark ravines
in strange valleys
of denial where the vanished star,
the companion
of Southern hideouts
Argos
I would like to see it again
as it was
before night falls
and take us to her depth
before the trumpeting of the tempest
declares
the diver was
the lover of the virgins
in the deep glance of reverent male goats
the black clouds of the night gathered again:
green foliage where darkness gleams
they might fight all night long
against the whipping
the hatred
the stubbornness of the rain
(The secret rose blooms
next to the lamp we lit
so that we won’t get lost)
come close to the window
and pull aside the dark, heavy curtains
look
the vampires reached
the shore
close to the little wooden house
an ancient god-fisherman
lived
and after they reached the boat-builders
they decided to build new ships
and cast them in the sea
to leave
they named the first three-masted ship Earthquake
Libros Libertad 