My eyes, your eyes are not eyes,
which are two mounds solitary
and my hands are yours no more
intractable thorn in bunches ..

I am not without your red lips,
that fill me with sweet bell,
without you my thoughts are shrines
nard and August raising knees.

I do not know what my ear without your accent
mistake or to which pole without your star
and my voice without your treatment is effeminate.

The smell of your wind chase
and the forgotten image of your fingerprint,
begins in you, love, and me ends.

Pyrotechnic frames blossoms,
to glorify the ruy-lords
soon with nocturnal heartburn,
conclude the bitter lemons.

Excite the air of songs
earnest, contramores winged,
and the world is rotating at higher
by woods, fields and locations.

Blood is peaking
around the creatures, such as palm
of anxiety and tireless throat.

Oh, spring green of desire
what torment your soul sweet view
for anyone who walks alone and miserable!

And rids and dismemberment
angelic lily of the summit,
and gives a glare rid
that I planted a pure lightning.

Is the time of male and female,
and a necessity, not a habit,
kiss, love in the middle of this fire
decide the fate of the seed.

All of creation seeks partner:
pursued the peaks and bones
make life even all things.

In an odd loneliness that afflicts,
I like kisses from sounding bells
and lambs attentive wives.

These bones I have sentences made
and the musings of these temples:
pity you, you come brooding
as the sea from the beach sands.

Like the sea from the beach sands,
I'm on the wreck of ups and downs,
through a dark night pans
round, poor, sad and dark.

No one will save me from this wreck
if not your love, try the table,
if not your voice, I intend north.

Thus circumventing the ominous
that neither of you even be security,
between pain and sorrow I smiled.

Your heart, frozen orange
with no light in juniper oil
and a porous gold view: an outside
ventures look promising.

My heart is a fiery pomegranate
grouping and open flush wax
which their tender offer will necklaces
with an obstinacy in love.

Oh, and pain rushing
go to your heart and find a frost
of primitive and terrifying snow!

In the surroundings of my tears
a tissue flight goes thirsty
with the hope that he will drink.

He went so deep kiss
that passed and moved the dead.

The kiss brought a verve
that took the mouth of the living.

The big deep kiss
soon felt the lips deepened.

the kiss that he wanted
dig the dead and the living plant.