I liked when you cried.
Such tender eyes
over your skirt!

I don't know, but there
were big women, black
waters, from everywhere.

Sister, I want to call you,
in order to copulate roses
and tears with you.

It's true, it hurts like hell,
all that comes to you.
Certainly, it hurts
not having anything.

Sadness, you look lovely
when you hush, just so!
Extract her tears
with a kiss!

Ah, let time turn
you into a statue.