PARADISE

I

Awoke from the first dream, Looking for the loosen rib.
Naked in my arms, on the eternal routine of the first sin.
Temptations, green apples erected, under a grapewine kiss.
Enchanted being, that fly smooth with a horn  on a white wing.

II

Drinking the water’s life, rubbing of faces.
On  the looking glass of the river, our reflections.
Pretty hair of the Cedar,  Apple fragances, tied to its laces.
Bitten by the sin, the taste of the sworm, the Moon and the Sun.

III

Footsteps as mine, no !, smaller ones,
heavy as the Iron, disconcerted steps, silent calluses, dullnesses.
The fear and the shame.
Spoke the sky, shout the darkly cloud,
Get out!, as punishment the exile.

IV

Sons of the sin, good and evil, Cruelty and tenderness,
deceits, Incestly questions,
Who are you Eve?...Who we are Adam?.
plays, roles, pretendings.
I do not want to come from the mud.
I do want to come from the Universe...from God.