“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”

“HAMBRE (HUNGER)Anhelo tu boca, tu voz, tu pelo.En silencio y con hambre, rodando por las calles.El pan no me alimenta, me rompe el alba.Tengo hambre por tu sonrisa,Tus manos el color de una cosecha salvaje,Con hambre de las piedras pálidas que son tus uñas,Quiero comer tu piel como una almendra entera.Necesito el rayo de sol que quema de tu hermosa cuerpo,Tu nariz soberana del elegante cara,Quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas,Paseo con hambre, olfateando el crepúsculo,Buscandote, por tu corazón caliente,Como una puma en los páramos de las montañas…********************************I long for your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, rolling through the streets.Bread does not nourish me, The dawn breaks me.I have a hunger for your smile.Your hands the color of a savage harvest,I hunger for the pale stones are your nails,I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.I need the sunshine that burns from your beautiful body.Your nose,sovereign on an elegant face,I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,I move on, hungry, sniffing the twilight,Looking for you, for your warm heart,As a cougar in the wilds of the mountains ...”

“I stole you, among others, from the streets of God’s birthplace. I forced you to work as a slave. Imprisoned, mistreated and starved you and your companion. To top it off, I am in the process of selling your life to the highest bidder. Why would you trust me?”

“Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.Do not take away the rose,the lance flower that you pluck,the water that suddenlybursts forth in joy,the sudden waveof silver born in you.My struggle is harsh and I come backwith eyes tiredat times from having seenthe unchanging earth,but when your laughter entersit rises to the sky seeking meand it opens for me allthe doors of life.My love, in the darkesthour your laughteropens, and if suddenlyyou see my blood stainingthe stones of the street,laugh, because your laughterwill be for my handslike a fresh sword.Next to the sea in the autumn,your laughter must raiseits foamy cascade,and in the spring, love,I want your laughter likethe flower I was waiting for,the blue flower, the roseof my echoing country.Laugh at the night,at the day, at the moon,laugh at the twistedstreets of the island,laugh at this clumsyfool who loves you,but when I openmy eyes and close them,when my steps go,when my steps return,deny me bread, air,light, spring,but never your laughter. ”

“I want to wake up ev­ery day I have left to the warmth of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice singing next to me, the feel of your fin­gers on my skin and your heart beat­ing mu­sic with mine.”

“I need so much the quiet of your love, After the day's loud strife; I need your calm all other things above, After the stress of life. I crave the haven that in your dear heart lies, After all toil is done; I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes, After the day's great sun!”