The power of jungle

Who would have believed that your word
would fall upon this field of snowfalls
and horses harnessed to bizarre sledges?!
Who would have believed
that the strontium has a sense
in this metamorphosis of years
powdered with childish skills
and evening stars followed through the mangers of the night,
by bulls with the horn of fire
and undressed women and eyes
reddened of sleepiness
and cigarette smoke?!
Keep back the tiger! It went
beyond the regular line of the jungle
and roars at us greedily
pounded in the office of the money factory
Keep back the tiger, pull out its teeth
there it hid the parents and the agonies of the evening,
pull out its fur striped by the Moon,
underneath it is hidden the power of jungle!...
From under the bleeding claws, the feline turns up!
The woman squeezes out of the warm blood
Like a blooming rose propping up
Thorns in the freshness of her lips!
Stop the woman!
She went beyond the regular line of the jungle,
In her hot blood…
Time hid its seed!