Guitar and tulips.

I love you,
When you smile while playing,
Your guitar.
Granada,
By Albéniz,
With tulips romantic and bright,
You gave to me a moment before.
I love you,
In the middle of the floor,
Sitting and fading away into the,
Afternoon, and into the,
Landscape of you, and,
Your kind of mood,
Naked in your arms,
Later on.

Excerpt from
Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.