And womens breasts that glisten like eyes.

In melancholy regiments,

There is a continual life of pants and panties,

After the weeks tedium, and the novels read in bed at night,

Translated by Mike Topp

And the bees smell of blood, and the flies buzz cholerically,

Under the elegant coconut palms, near the ocean and moon,

Where the heroes are horses or passionate princes,

Come together like bed sheets and bury me,

And the hours after lunch, when the students and priests are masturbating,

On beds big and tall as九-九-藏-書 ships:

Who exchange deep kisses for passwords.

And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night,

This twisted and breathing forest crushes me

Like a collar of palpitating sexual oysters

So, eternally,

And he caresses her legs covered with sweet down

And doctors glower at the husband of tread.99csw.comhe young patient,

Conspirators in pajamas

The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,

And cousins play strange games with cousins,

The young maricones and the horny muchachas,

And the early morning in which the professor, without a thought,

A hum from the fondling of silk stockings,

The young wread.99csw.comives thirty hours pregnant,

Radiant summer brings out the lovers

Fat and thin and happy and sad couples;

And the animals mount each other openly,

The night of the hunter and the night of the husband

And black roots like fingernails and shoes.

And to top it all off, the adulterers, who love each other九-九-藏-書 truly

Has decisively fucked his neighbor,

With gigantic flowers like mouth and teeth

Enemies of my soul,

And now takes her to the miserable movies,

Pays his conjugal debt and eats breakfast,

With his ardent and sweaty palms that smell like cigarettes.

The salary man, after a while,

Surround my solitary home,