Gold is melt in an eternal hour.

Mystery in a sunny fervour at moonlight hour.

It prevails.  Iridescent glaze  .

Lightened ice infuses heat and passionate roses.

Delicate breath like breeze, freeze.

The alabaster in the albatross disappears.

Obscure thoughts away, love is always here. 

A rapid glance, the mystery in the calm.

A cloud is covering the sunlight for a moment.

Then the sky is blue and limpid. Birds are flying

Towards destiny, instantly.

The quietness of the scent of life.


 

Tremulous tears are shaking cheek .

Their sound is dense, dark, intense.

Beam, quasar, silence, Beethoven.

Universe. Unique verse.

Laser is the light, it is me, it is you.

It hurts to be me, to be you.

Both embraced, eternally.


 

The longing, the thirst, the sea, to see you.

To see you and to feel the smooth surface of the soul.

 Infinite is a fractal. God.

Finally.    


 

                                  MARIA CRISTINA AZCONA