There is a land of wizards

lost in the microuniverse

of your moon skin




At every corner,

hole, cave,

in every hollow of your body

there are a thousand invisible

planets


There are stories, insomia and wild animals running

between each breath of yours and mine

music of soul mates and parallel universes


I am the bird who sings at your window

the warm and thin sun

that licks that moon skin

looking for the pink button on your chest

seeking the land of dancing wizards

the magic in your hands they break the air


the blood of all the running animals

the voices af all the shamans that were detached from their bodies

for ours to roar

in the imagination that sets the moments on fire.