Body of woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like the world in your attitude of surrender.
My body of savage farmer dulls you
and makes the son jump from the bottom of the earth.
I was just like a tunnel. The birds were fleeing from me.
and in me the night entered its powerful invasion.
To survive I forged you as a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of revenge falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, moss, avid and firm milk.
Ah the cups of the chest! Ah the eyes of absence!
Ah, the pubic roses! Ah your slow and sad voice!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my anxiety without limit, my way undecided!
Dark channels where the eternal thirst follows,
and the fatigue follows, and the infinite pain.