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.
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