When a woman makes love

When a woman makes love,
it becomes something universal,
atom and dust of stars go to space.
It is transmuted into death and life
and a scent of roses exhales from her skin,
breathes differently and hide between her hair.

When a woman makes love,
light an eternal flame
that only turns it off who forgets it.

She breaks inside
and the soul is built again,
She is born between petals and ashes
and lies down on wet grass.

When a woman makes love,
nobody understands it,
commits her life to the pulse of another life
she is never totally consumed
when a woman makes love

When a woman makes love,
it does not have an end
and she wonders, what is she doing there?
or maybe she understands that does not exist,
Better place in the world than that.

When a woman makes love
the corners are filled with incense
and puts candles on the path of oblivion,
so that memories always reach it.

When a woman makes love,
It squanders the world and stops it
nothing is heard, nothing happens,
only one soft song in the background insists,
and at that precise moment she feels ..
she is the only one in the world.
When a woman makes love

M.A.O