The greater the risk, the bigger the thrill
Merciless kisses, we both knew the risk
Your eyes were closed; your face was flushed.
A rousing little anthology indeed
I need to seek the Duende, where is the map?
I need to find it.
Your passion sinks into the deep black of my eyes
And, I keep expecting someone to be crossing
The neurons of my brain
A God can do it, but tell me,
How a cat can manage with one life?
And where two roads intersect inside us,
No one has built the quietness of the closed eyes
I write leaping poetry to make sure,
Surrealism will come to bite my broken heart.