My Diego: Mirror of the night. Your eyes green swords

inside my flesh. waves between our hands. All of you in a

space full of sounds— in the shade and in the light. You

were called AUXOCHROME the one who captures color. I

CHROMOPHORE — the one who gives color. You are all the

combinations of numbers. life. My wish is to understand

lines form shades movement. You fulll and I receive. Your

word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells

which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

Auxochrome — Chromophore It was the thirst of many

years restrained in our body. Chained words which we

could not say except on the lips of dreams. Everything was

surrounded by the green miracle of the landscape of your

body. Upon your form, the lashes of the owers responded

to my touch, the murmur of streams. There was all manner

of fruits in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegran-

ate, the horizon of the mammee and the puried pineapple.

I pressed you against my breast and the prodigy of your

form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my

fingers. Smell of oak essence, memories of walnut, green

breath of ash tree. Horizon and landscapes = I traced them

with a kiss. Oblivion of words will form the exact language

for understanding the glances of our closed eyes. = You are

here, intangible and you are all the universe which I shape

into the space of my room. Your absence springs trembling

in the ticking of the clock, in the pulse of light; you breathe

through the mirror. From you to my hands, I caress your

entire body, and I am with you for a minute and I am with

myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle which

runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours.

Mi Diego: Espejo de la noche. Tus ojos espadas verdes

dentro de mi carne, ondas entre nuestras manos. Todo tú

en el espacio lleno de sonidos – En la sombra y en la luz.

Tú te llamarás Auxocromo el que capta el color. Yo Cromo-

foro – La que da el color. Tú eres todas las combina- ciones

de números. La vida. Mi deseo es entender la línea la

forma el movimiento. Tú llenas y yo recibo. Tu palabra

recorre todo el espacio y llega a mis células que son mis

astros y va a las tuyas que son mi luz. auxocromo = cromo-

foro Era sed de muchos años retenida en nuestro cuerpo.

Palabras encadenadas que no pudimos decir sino en los

labios del sueño. Todo lo rodeaba el milagro vegetal del

paisaje de tu cuerpo. Sobre tu forma, a mi tacto respond-

ieron las pestañas de las ores. Todas las frutas había en el

jugo de tus labios, la sangre de la granada, el tramonto del

mamey y la piña acrisolada. Te oprimí contra mi pecho y el

prodigio de tu forma penetró en toda mi sangre por la yema

de mis dedos. Olor a esencia de roble, a recuerdo de nogal,

a verde aliento de fresno. Horizontes y paisajes que recorrí

con el beso. Un olvido de palabras formará el idioma exacto

para entender las miradas de nuestros ojos cerrados.