Bursting

The night has filled itself with feeling.
It has placed tinted cars on the Malacón
And lovers walking through the lamp splashes.
It has orchestrated the breeze.
Each organ of the night is round and ripe,
Crying with longing and activity
As I burst.
I burst then walk,
I walk bursting,
Having burst I walk.
The cracks lose their texture under my feet,
For the night has filled my soul
With its feeling.
On the verge of stars I walk,
Between drunks and tourists
Along the edge of the gulf,
The edge of the longing sky
And the melancholy night.