The Crystal Ship

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss,
Another flashing chance at bliss,
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain,
The time you ran was too insane,
We'll meet again, we'll meet again

Oh' tell me where your freedom lies,
The streets are fields that never die,
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled,
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills,
A million ways to spend your time;
When we get back, I'll drop a line.

[The Doors]

This is not a poem.

No pretendo establecer
principios que afirmen
que existe algo mas
de lo que hay aqui.

Solo trato de enumerar
las impresiones que me ayudas a construir
aqui o ...allá
cuando siento tu hálito sobre mi cara;

Con sus respectivos intervalos de hilaridad
que llegan de súbito
y no desaparecen.

Asi pues,
esto va
en correspondencia.