Matilde, a name for a plant, stone or wine,
for some enduring thing born of the earth.
The light of lemons comes from this word's spring,
and bursts forth with this word's summer.
Wooden ships swiftly sail about this name
surrounded by swarms of sea-blue fire,
and those letters are the waters of a river
spilling, pouring into my burnt-out heart.
O name discovered behind unruly ivy
like the door to a secret tunnel
leading to the scent of the world!
O invade me with your scalding mouth,
Peer into me, if you wish, with your nocturnal eyes,
but let me sail and sleep in your name.