Nuevas palabras.

New words.
They see, we close our window.
slowly we take off us of
fear and uncertainties.
Without haste, we cleared them of a one.

My chest breathes gasping.
The yours sample your golden skin.
Your dunes become rough,
since it makes the fruit mature.

The blood, to medular, explodes.
We to the unisonous one rowe
in fresh, very white waters,
taken by our instinct.

You offer your bloomed roses me.
My eyes, full of astonishment
they discover the sky without clouds.
In him I read new words.

Oscar Néstor Galante.

Nuevas palabras.
Ven, cerremos nuestra ventana.
Nos sacamos lentamente
el miedo y las incertidumbres.
Sin prisa, los quitamos de a uno.

Mi pecho respira anhelante.
El tuyo muestra su piel dorada.
Tus dunas se encrespan,
como lo hace la fruta madura.

La sangre, medular, estalla.
Nosotros, al unísono bogamos
en aguas, dulces, níveas.

Ofreces tus rosas florecidas.
Mis ojos, plenos de asombro
descubren el cielo sin las nubes.
En él leo nuevas palabras.

Oscar Néstor Galante.
01/01/08.