A FACE

Look at they boy’s face again
Bathed in sweat.

Outside, the bars swarm in blacks.

The streets are filled with putefraction
A maracas music
Distracts you from desire.

Here you came to know
How flesh is hurt
with a useless pleasure
While you tear the small chothes
that hid his gluteal.

Tomorrow you will eat fish
And will kiss her flesh, salty and beatiful.

Traslated from Spanish by R. Carrizo

A FACE

Look once more at they boy’s face
Bathe in sweat.

Outside, bars are swarming with negroes,
The streets are filled with decay,
And maracas music
Distracts you from desire.

You’re come this far to learn
How the flesh can be wounded
With useless pleasure
While tearing the garmet
That hid his buttocks.
Tomorrow you will eat fish
And kiss his salty and beatiful flesh.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill