For Santos The Punta Queen
Roomba room...
Javelins pulsating,
Negroid amazonia jamming...
The hunters have returned! heaving
Aerolas tingle in musk sweat,
Panting, cleavages of amber
The hunters must drink
A palmfull of moss concealed
A handfull of buttocks unleashed,
In decibells of ecstasy'
In deliriaof musk-hot musk
Delirious blood-boiling,
In this ghetto of jaguars and magic,
And firelies
In spinning typhoons of vertigo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ur piece is quite different and introduce all to an altogether new things..