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They loved each other. They suffered from the light, blue lips in the early morning, lips coming out of the hard night, split lips, blood, blood where? They wanted each other in a ship bed, half night, half light. They loved each other like flowers with deep thorns, to that lovely new yellow gem, when faces turn melancholy, Sunflowers that shine receiving that kiss. They loved each other at night, when the deep dogs they beat underground and the valleys stretch as archaic loins that feel reviewed: Caress, silk, hand, moon that comes and touches. They loved each other in the morning among the hard closed stones of the night, hard as icy bodies for hours, Hard as tooth to tooth kisses only. They wanted each other by day, beach that is growing, waves that caress the thighs by the feet, bodies that rise from the earth and floating ... they loved each other by day, over the sea, under the sky. Perfect noon, they wanted each other so intimate, very high and young sea, extensive intimacy, loneliness of the living, remote horizons bound as bodies in solitude singing. Loving. They loved each other like the lucid moon, like that round sea that applies to that face, sweet water eclipse, darkened cheek, where red fish come and go without music. Day, night, west, dawn, spaces, new, old, fugitive, perpetual waves sea or land, ship, bed, feather, crystal, metal, music, lip, silence, vegetable, world, stillness, its form. They loved each other, know it. Styles of Vouillard, Rothko, Chirico, Tanguy, semi-abstract.
Poem by Vicente Aleixandre
Full translation by Carmen Navarro Moya (https://www.facebook.com/groups/2102205183400316/posts/2774245979529563/)