Wake up O slumberous lady of the dawn!
Put on your magenta pout
Your daisy skirt your thick-healed
Go-go boots the color of desire
Night ends!
Lemons and oranges live in these
parts—
O paradise—they await your eyes
In the swelling orchards of the city
Decipher the names tattooed on the
sun
Translate the hidden song of toppled
shadows
Conceive—O daughter of a yellow land—can
You conceive such an unaccustomed
music
Amid the vertical stones of the
suburbs
Solitude listens for your arrival
A timelier silence cannot be
imagined
Throw off the sheets and open the
windows
Listen to birds search for clarity
An offering
Receive it so quietly that I lean
close nearly
Kiss you just to see the veins of
your eyelids
Breathing softly in the first light
of morning
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