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Nanas de la cebolla

The onion is frost shut in and poor:
Glitter
your days and my nights.
Hunger and onion,

black ice and frost big and round.

in the cradle of
my child was hungry.
onion blood
breastfeeding.
But your blood sugar frosted
,
onion and hunger.

A dark woman,
resolved moon pours

thread by thread into the cradle. Laugh
boy
you swallow the moon
when necessary.

Lark of my house,
laugh a lot.
laughter in your eyes
light of the world. Laugh so much

in the soul to hear,
beat in space.

Your laughter frees me,
gives me wings. Solitudes
me away, I started
prison. Boca
flying, heart

flashes on your lips.

Your laugh is the most victorious
sword. Winner

flowers and larks. Rival
sun.

Future of my bones and my love.

flapping meat,
sudden eyelid,

living like never colored. How
goldfinch
goes back, flap,
from your body!

woke up from being a child.
never wake up. Sad I
mouth. Laugh
forever.
always in the crib,

defending laughter feather by feather.

a flight so high,
so wide that your body seems

sky hovering.
If I could go back to the origin

your career!

the eighth month
laugh with five orange blossoms. With five little

atrocities. With
five teeth
as five teenagers
jasmine.

frontier of kisses will be tomorrow, when the teeth

feel a weapon. Feel a fire

teeth running down the center
looking.

Fly child in the chest twice
moon.
He thought onion. You
satisfied.
will not collapse.
not know what happens or what happens
.

Miguel Hernández