To tie the neck of a man in union
Connects to the humane race of men;
Without the bridges underneath them,
Some are without.
To the dances of the young hearts
One man emerges from a cloud of heat
Summoning a real stone of throwing,
The real diamond had cemented the earth.
The neck grew into the shallow river,
Diminishing and receding like the foam
Inside the stomach, one stomach
That managed a golden chain.