THIRTEENTH TEXT IMPROVISATION "The tremor never sheds itself from the body of my astonishment"

I hear a sound; the sound of a bright sign.
So radiant that it has lit up every vein of my heart.
How can one speak to you with such candor?
Forever, tremor will not shed itself from the body of my astonishment;
signs made of numbers,
and this time, a name made of light.
Radiant eyes witness these lines; familiar and near.
Waves ceaselessly pour the lines onto the rocks of the paper shore.
Nothing but beauty do my eyes see.
The lines are pretexts; I wish, until the last moment of the paper,
the pen would stay afloat in these turbulent waves, and my eyes too, in this endless radiance.
I am drowned in love; in astonishment.
I feel that just as your fingers do not leave your hair in peace, I am restless in love;
not a moment do I remain without pulse.
I am a spinning particle; so much so that I resemble flight.
How could it be that tonight is not night? In this dark moment of the sky, the sun would scatter light?
Poetry is the empty space of my wine tonight;
I spin, dancing, through the words
to say how the signs have intoxicated me.
I turn my painting back;
the sun rises from behind my forms.