------ Body of woman
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Body of woman
white hills, white thighs
white hills, white thighs
,
you resemble the world in your attitude
you resemble the world in your attitude
abandoned. My body
peasant wild
you dig
and breaks the child
from the bottom of the earth. I was only
you dig
and breaks the child
from the bottom of the earth. I was only
as a gallery.
birds fled from me and in me
entered the night with his mighty invasion.
To survive I have forged a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow,
like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls
and I love you.
Body of skin, moss, milk
greedy and stopped. Ah
cups chest! Ah
eyes of absence!
Ah, the rose of the pubis!
Ah your voice slow and sad!
Body of my woman,
persist in your grace.
My thirst, my anxiety
without limitation,
undecided on my way!
Dark rivers where the eternal thirst and fatigue continues
continuous and infinite pain.
birds fled from me and in me
entered the night with his mighty invasion.
To survive I have forged a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow,
like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls
and I love you.
Body of skin, moss, milk
greedy and stopped. Ah
cups chest! Ah
eyes of absence!
Ah, the rose of the pubis!
Ah your voice slow and sad!
Body of my woman,
persist in your grace.
My thirst, my anxiety
without limitation,
undecided on my way!
Dark rivers where the eternal thirst and fatigue continues
continuous and infinite pain.
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By Pablo Neruda
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