Hebrew woman (attempt tr eng.)Flower’s chalk webs dreams
on neon lighted walls:
the cherries of your song on the table cloth.El cuervo picoteando un hígado vivo,a living liver
and dawn just broken tears
Garfios agarrados a la nuca gripped on my neck
dip my face into the mud
for having dared looking in front.Once. So often again after.When you come I will
cover the wound with green moons
when you come —
and swans in love
and I’ll stay looking at the wall,
to see you just seeing in the bottom of my eyes
the sweet of
La savia dulce de la ternura dibujada,
I will make of neon, milk for my children
and of the liver a pillow.
My eyes will be almonds
that do not spill blood.Hebrew woman Flower’s lime webs dreams
on neon lighted walls:
the cherries of your song
on the table cloth.The crow pecks living livers
and dawn’s just broken tears
Hooks gripped to my neck
dip my face into the swamp
for having dared to look in front.Once. So often again after.When you come I will
cover my wound with green moons
when you come —
and swans in love,
and I’ll stay looking at the wall,
to see you just seeing in the bottom of my eyes
the sweet sap of figured tenderness:
I will make of neon, milk for my children
and of my liver a pillow,
my eyes will be almonds
that do not spill blood.