sweet soul
Machine translation from the original, not yet reviewed by the author.
Original in Spanish
Sweet soulyou stroll among demonswith your body of white sugarwith your hair of honeywith your smile of syrupwith your eyes of amber
And you do not fear me
Your heart is calmwhen you pass by me
It is my heart that grows restlessfor it trembles when you come nearand quivers when it sensesthe faint fragrance of your angel’s skinmade of manna and mother-of-pearl
During that fleeting secondin which you pass by meyou rescue me from this helland carry me to your Paradiseof sweetness