by Pura López-ColoméTranslated by Forrest Gander

    Reanimated， spirit restored，

    reincorporated， body restored，

    I contemplate between dreams

    the scene I've stolen

    like the one who took fire，

    like the one who opened the devil box

    out of curiosity，

    like the one who saw her equal

    and her life's love

    were the same and so effortlessly

    brought them together.

    I took exactly

    what was not mine，

    with my eyes.

    I saw the sea inside you：

    on your surface， mud.

    I kissed you like a shipwreck，

    like one who insufflates the word.

    With my lips I traveled

    that entire continent，

    Adam， from dirt， Nothing.

    I knew myself in your substance，

    grounded there，

    emitting aromatic fumes，

    an amatory banquet of ashes