**LOVE AND VIRAL HEPATITIS**
Love is infection.
Either it heals or gets chronic,
Either it kills or it doesn't,
Either it hurts or it doesn't.
It may only bear the virus
And only, without knowing, the disease.
Hepatitis is like this:
It heals or gets chronic.
It may be fulminant
Or chronic active.
Love is venereal,
With logical,
Evident and icteric symptoms.
Obvious, strong and venereal.
The incubation is long.
The pain is long.
Love is infection, it is venereal,
It is viral,
It is syncopal.
Odd and infectious.
**BLOOD ON THE ICE**
In the silence a poet dies.
The blood on the ice was the target
of the insensitive, of the cold
that feared the pride of the poem.
Destroyed were the gametes,
therefore they die in the drawers,
their poems of words,
of gruesome words,
of insomnia and hangover,
of opaque moons,
of wise expressions,
beds and passions,
loves and struggles,
scapes and legends.
The coffin with no delay!
I am not ending up like this!
I am not a moment's poet,
I have no end.
**HOT BLOOD**
I do not lie:
I am not harmless.
I am honest,
and a little bit persuasive.
I am the reaction,
the unreasonable idea,
the defiance,
the incubated disease.
A hyperstrogenic man,
an overwhelming woman,
her honey, her arsenic.
I have hot blood!
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