Alzo la mirada                                                                                                                                    

   y en tus ojos hay resplandor del primer día.                                                                                                                              

Toda la espera del mundo                                                                                                             

duerme sobre tus párpados.                                                                                                                  

   Encendida en un beso tuyo                                                                                                                

  arden mis alas,                                                                                                        

      innumerables caricias,                                                                                                                                                                 

guindo en la busqueda 
y el comunismo
si acaso
llas cigalas permiten conmemorar el fuego.