Adultery

It’s to destroy the faith,
the secret, the intimacy,
the time built,
the years lived,
the unity.

It’s to affirm the instinctive,
the mere flesh without brake,
nor brain,
the simple <sexualité>.

It’s to mark an end,
break a heart,
delegitimize the memory,
bury a horizon, a sky.

It’s losing a soft kiss,
an special glance,
a treasure, a truth,
the genuine relief,
the sweet affection.

Being an Adulterer is easy,
not being is the perfect,
like all in the life,
from effort and inventiveness,
depends the winning.

¡Pause!, ¡Ceasefire!
put it in the way,
the aim ingredient:
divine submissiveness,
implacable weapon to succeed,
that extinguish the low passions,
and elevates the high ones.