Tu aliento es como la mejor mañana fresca de olor de aves y de mar un velamen cruza veloz la foresta interdicta de tu aliento donde los pájaros se columpian picoteando estrellas mientras un galope tendido de gacelas transtorna las flores y las convierte en piedras de luna y el silencio recorre la escala de tu aliento de fuente y de montaña nevada
Frente a frente tu aliento el soplo aterrador de la primavera en los bosques de nieve eterna iniciando el desfile de los témpanos coronados de osos polares flameantes
Tu aliento certero en medio del corazón una piedra que cae en el estanque dormido y levanta géiseres de estrellas enloquecidas que buscan su origen en tu boca
Tu aliento es un despeñadero en el que caen árboles enteros y el ruido se tapiza y las frutas maduran y todo se volatiliza en una caída sin término
La mañana perfila los cendales de tu aliento y la tormenta tiene olor de tu saliva y tu saliva es el cráter de donde vuelan los peñascos enfurecidos portadores de mensajes ilegibles
Tu aliento de meteorito disparado desde el cielo cayendo en un bosque ardiente chamuscando leopardos y provocando el alarido de los elementos
Tu aliento es humareda de ignición de poemas obscenos tu aliento precipitándose a mansalva sobre campos inmensos bajo la luna
Tu aliento en la mañana la nostalgia de la noche fulgurante de rayos que bordan en el cielo las cataratas de tu aliento
–C. Moro
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
The translation notes were:
The Smoke Dissipates
Your breath is like the freshest morning from odor from birds and from the sea to match swift sails the prohibited forest of your breath wear the birds swing pecking at stars while building gallops of gazelles disturbs the flowers and turns them into moon rocks and the silence travels the scale of your breath of origin and of snowcapped mountain
Your breath is like the best morning fresh with the smell of birds and sea a swift velum sails
the forbidden forest of your breath where the birds swing pecking at stars while
a tense gallop of gazelles disturbs the flowers and turns them into moon rocks and the
silence travels the scale of your breath of fount and snowcapped mountain
(not sure about tense, I wanted to say stretched-out, I am envisioning a long line of gazelles running)
Forehead to forehead your breath the terrifying gust of spring in the eternal, snowy forests beginning the crowned ice floes of fluttering polar bears
Forehead to forehead your breath the terrifying gust of spring in the woods of eternal snow
leading the parade of ice floes crowned with flamboyant polar bears
Your well-aimed breath in the middle of my heart a rock that falls into the sleeping pond and rising geysers of crazed stars hat search for their origin in your mouth
Your well-aimed breath in the middle of my heart a rock that falls into the sleeping pond and awakens geysers of crazed stars that search for their origin in your mouth
Your breath is a precipice where entire trees fall and the sound upholsters itself and the fruits ripen and everything vanishes into thin air in a fall without end
Your breath is a precipice where whole trees fall and the sound upholsters itself and the fruits ripen and everything is vaporized in an endless drop
Morning shapes/streamlines the sendals of your breath and the storm smells of your saliva and your saliva is the crater from where the raging, rocky outcrops which carries illegible messages returns
Morning outlines the sendals of your breath and the storm smells of your saliva and your saliva is the creater from which the raging, rocky outcrops fly carrying illegible messages
Your meteorite breath shoots out of the sky falling on the ardent forest scorching the leopards and causing the howl (of pain) from the elements
Your meteorite breath shoots out of the sky falling on a burning wood scorching the leopards and calling forth the howling of the elements
Your breath is smoky from the combustion of obscene poems your breath plunging/throwing itself a mansalva upon vast/immense fields under the moon
Your breath is a cloud of smoke from the ignition of obscene poems your breath plunging into close range upon vast fields under the moon
Your breath in the morning night’s nostalgia bright beams of light that embroider/ plays… brilliantly the waterfalls/cataracts of your breath in the sky
Your breath in the morning the night’s nostalgia bright with beams of light
that embroider in the sky
the cataracts of your breath