<center>##**Poema Nº1**##</center>

Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos,

Fui solo como un tunel. De mí huían los pájaros

Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo.

Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistiré en tu gracia.

Female body, white hills, white thighs,

you look like the world in your attitude of surrender.

My wild laborer's body undermines you

and makes the son jump from the bottom of the earth.

I was just like a tunnel. From me the birds fled

and in me the night entered its powerful invasion.

To survive, I forged you like a weapon,

like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.

But the time for revenge is coming, and I love you.

of skin, moss, greedy, firm milk.

Ah the glasses of the chest! Ah the eyes of absence!

Ah the roses of the pubes! Ah your voice is slow and sad!

My woman's body, I will persist in your grace.

My thirst, my limitless yearning, my undecided path!

Dark channels where eternal thirst follows,

and the fatigue continues, and the pain is infinite.