GACELAS

III
GACELA DEL AMOR DESESPERADO

The night does not want to come
So that you do not come
Nor can I go.

But I will go
Though a sun-of-scorpions might eat my temple.
But you will come
With the tongue burned by the salt of rain.

The day does not want to come
So that you do not come
Nor can I go.

But I will go
Giving to the toads my bitten carnation.
But you will come
By the murky sewers of dark.

Neither the night, nor the day want to come,
So for you I die
And you die for me.