Your lips, delicate as poetry, turn the most voluptuous kiss into such a coyness that the cave animal uses it to become human. And your cheeks, with two oblique lines, that lead your pride and my destiny. I who have endured the night without being armed in anticipation of the dawn and have brought back a proud virginity, sealed from the brothels of barter. (Never did a man so ruinously rise to kill himself as I settled the task of living) And your eyes are the secret of fire and your love is the victory of man when he rushes to battle against his fate. And your bosom a tiny place to live a tiny place to die and an escape from the city that accuses the purity of the sky shamelessly with a thousand fingers. In me, there was a cruel prisoner not used to the clanking of his chains I began with your first glance. Life-long I kept staring at the mirror so that you may appear, all the lakes and the seas I wept. O Fairy in human form whose body would not burn except in the fire of illusion your presence is a paradise justifying escape from hell it is an ocean overwhelming me to wash me clean of every lie and of every sin.
