The Perfume

By Ezequiel Samora

Translated by Leonor Gomes

Your perfume echoes through the city streets

Your kisses fly through the ashes of our love.

Your shoulders lag free of vanity

Through paradise,

Through the hellish, ravenous pain thereof.

Your chest pumps translucent flowers.

Weak as it can be,

My choking and miserable breath

Expires away from the catacombs of this passion!

And roams silently through your dreams,

Lulling to sleep the monsters that live in our torment.