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RADIANT LIGHTHOUSE IN MY HIGH SEAS
To the only and most wonderful fruit of the universe and my universe: Carolina Muela Rodríguez, my most radiant lighthouse of all my high seas
My dear little pretty girl,
I have seen some pictures of yours
that I carry along like a tattoo,
and I have missed you so strongly
that I cannot help crying,
feeling a deep homesickness,
some very shaking feelings
like I have ever felt them,
like I have ever offered you,
shown you,
in your little cheeks and tender little neck
with my slobbery kisses that bug you so much,
with my UAH! bonebreaking huggings
that destroy your feeble body,
with all my childish games
that have disturbed you sometimes:
“cuchi, cuchi”, “ah cuchi”
“papas papitas”,
“zipy, zipy, zipy, zipipi, nopo, nopo, nopo, nopopo.
And among all the things I can tell you the most,
it is that I love you a hell very much,
that I want you a hell very much,
that you are,
that you are,
that you are,
that you are my radiant lighthouse of my highs seas.
And what can I tell my little dear of mine?
That what I wish the most is you learn read and write,
so you will be able to open this other window
of this lucky, shipwrecked seaman,
that although you do not appreciate how much he loves you,
that although you feel disturbed,
slobbed,
disappointed,
bugged...
You Represent, Mean,
his biggest creation,
the only marvel of the universe!!!
That’s the clearest thing of his eternal shipwrecking.
By: Zapopan Martín Muela Meza
San Luis Potosi, S.L.P., Mexico in a fucking restaurant of the bus station, smoking Delicados and drinking Sol beer.
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