Eva

Si en el mundo no hubiera más que naturaleza

y retazos de hierba cubrieran mi cuerpo...
Y si, aburrida, sacudiera un árbol y sobre mis pálidos pies
cayera, roja y pulposa, una manzana...
Con deliciosa rebeldía y salvaje fruición, la mordería.

Stormy Weather

Dripping leaves sing: Feel me, Feel me

(little trees lean deeply)

Breathe this freezing wind, isn’t whistling? Miss me, Miss me

(dreams will sink in tingling streams)

Swim in this chilled sea, isn’t it weeping? Drink me, Drink me

(busy streets scream fiercely)

Heal this grieving skin, isn’t it bleeding? Kiss me, Kiss me

(in this city, mean spirits win)

Believe in this simple lyric, isn’t is speaking? Read me, Read me

Missing thee is killing me,

isn’t it silly?