Intensita I can't see her
because if I see her
I feel in love with her,
in love with her again.
And when she sees me she trembles,
speaks awkwardly and sweats,
but I tremble too
a strange situation
because it's been a long time
we are no longer anything.
If I see her my heart leaps
it flutters
like when we were teenagers
and I embraced her tenderly.
It's not love to be discarded
It is love that does not alter
nor disappears in the wind.
In the past we made each other
mutually wronged each other
mutually hurt each other
nevertheless,
the love between the two of us
springs up every time
we meet.
I saw her ten years after
of our last kiss,
our last fight,
I saw her with her husband;
I became jealous.
She saw me fifteen years later;
with a copper-haired girlfriend
and called me furious, already divorced;
jealous, insane, toxic
she started complaining to me
who was that bandit.
With whom I was surrendered
taking pictures of me
enraptured
in the cafeteria of the market,
where right next door with her mother
she was there; Intensita in love
and I hadn't even noticed her.
Then she kept calling me
she wrote me
she sent me audios.
We met again in a park
hiding like criminals
she asked me for forgiveness
and I forgave her
I asked her for forgiveness
and she forgave me.
The situation was very cordial
we rested from our sorrows.
It should have ended there;
but I took her to Paris
where I spend nights walking
crossing its bridges
declaiming
sleeping on platforms
and listening to sonatas
of birds and toads.
Where am I going to hallucinate
invent theories
drinking wine and writing
existing in dreams
being conscious within them
taking advantage of the time of life
so as not to think so much about death.
We arrived as new bride and groom
I kissed her a little on the neck
she wanted to dance a tango;
by D'arienzo, Gardel
she drank later
several Boleganchos.
The night was splendid
the moon was gone
the stars disappeared
the whole sky was filled with water
thunder and lightning.
I drank cheap wine
and from her mouth so beautiful
he gave me twenty sickly kisses
I gave him back three thousand one hundred five hundred
four thousand eight hundred
a million uncertain touches.
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My loves, Love of my home
RomanceI had the amusing task of managing eight girlfriends; Colita blanquita, Colita negrita, Huesita radioactiva, Intensita enamorada, Anita la preciosa, Larguita la prima, Inquieta perversa and Pasmadita solapada. This risky undertaking was developed du...
