Gacela of Unforseen Love

    No one understood the perfume

    of the dark magnolia of your womb.

    Nobody kne you tormented

    a eeth.

    A ttle horses fell asleep

    in th moon of your forehead,

    ws I embraced

    your , enemy of the snow.

    Beter and jasmins, your glance

    was a pale branch of seeds.

    I soug to give you

    tters t say quot;siemprequot;,

    quot;siemprequot;, quot;siemprequot; : garden of my agony,

    your body elusive always,

    t blood of your veins in my mouth,

    your moutless for my death.