Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,
you have vines and stars in your hair,

as you come out of the sea, naked,
and return to the world full of salt and sun,
reverberating statue and sword of the sand.

I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair

Oh invade me with your scalding mouth,
search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes,
but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name.

I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding,
no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence.
Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!

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.