Mojándolo Todo [English translation]

Lying down

with thighs like open wings

ready for flight, you tempt me,

you invite me to travel through milky ways

and black holes, slightly revealed

by your hand that plays,

by modesty and sweat drying

between petals of flesh, the stigma

of your barest flower

soaking everything,

flying through universes of liquor.

Wet flames,

the lips that with your fingers

delicately betrayed, dilated for me,

showing me, obscene, the miracle cave

through where the liquid lightning of life flows,

incandescent fountain, creamy lava,

splashes of deep water that floods,

soaking everything,

flying through universes of liquor.

My mouth,

kissing your burning lips,

prepares to drink from your chalice of pollen and liquor

and, among juices and hums of waves and wings,

libidinously sipping the nectar

of the flower of your tides,

licking the salty honey that flows from you

and burns my tongue that trembles,

lecherously, between sap and saliva,

soaking everything,

flying through universes of liquor.

My wings

of wax, beating, fighting your fire

in waves of ardent foams and feathers,

and Icarus flying so high, so high

that, about to enter the garden of Eden,

his flight melted by your spilling sun,

he falls, like the exterminated angel,

into the sea of the shipwrecked,

soaking everything,

flying through universes of liquor.

• Artist:Luis Eduardo Aute
• Album:Alevosía (1995)