"The Birth of the guardian of the Blue heart"

To the sun she opens up

that brightly announces a new dawn

as a dragon waking up from the eons

a crystal petal

a new born star

her arrival was filled with splendors

the moon kissed

over her soft and fragile skin

she gave her a light, a small glow

within herself

so the darkness wouldn’t catch her off guard

and that way death would shout in agony

in the peak of the fullnight scene

a deep ocean sleeps in her eyes

so quietly and peaceful

decorate it with the reflection

of a millions stars

and celestial comets

in the endless night

Magic of wolves and crows forging

two mistic mirrors

smother in the shadows

her lips, White-hot conversations

of noisesome breaths

a pasionate war between gods

over the symmetrical of constellations lost

of blood and roses

kissing it slowly

without a rush

to torture the future of any mortal feeling

and wake up some madness

to die in those crimson veils

making us explode in two exquisite contours

of pink skin

a quick smile

expression of a transparent world

and an atomic heart

like a quasar

beating for the universe

surrounded by many

galaxies that stop to observe

From the Moon light, my solstice was born

from the pure water and marine plants

my lungs fill up with her fragrance

I mix up with her breath

dominated by the ecstasy

of my unsatisfied search for pain

like a blood beast

from my chest I take out my blue plastic heart

and I put it in your hands

So you can heat it up.