one that loads the corn, he who twists algae
It makes your body happy, your eyes light
And your mouth was the smile of the water
A black sun and hungry winds the roving
Of your black mane, when you stretch your arms.
You, you play with the sun as a marsh
And it leaves in your eyes two dark pools.
Little Brown and agile, nothing brings me closer to you,
While away from you, as the noonday.
You are the delirious youth of bee,
drunkenness of the wave, the strength of the ear.
dark looking for you My heart, however,
happy and I love your body, your voice free and fine.
Butterfly brown, soft and final
as the wheat field and the sun, the poppy and water. "
Pablo Neruda
(XIX, Twenty Love Poems)
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