flames that burn
in the bonfire the remembrances.
flying sparks seeking a destiny,
to venture in a heart
and share love, live it.
Brief night, night of witches
that dance provoking desire,
of drinking more of such concoction
that endears, drives mad
I have danced with you, witch,
drank the elixir of your lips
by the light of the flames and the moon.
You have offered me your breasts,
stolen my heart
and annulled all reason.
Josep Lleixá Fernández
Translation by Luz María López (Puerto Rico)
Syahee Literary Magazine: December edition