Your eyes are brown, like the darkness of a night without a moon, Your skin like the color of the cinnamon, your moves of the Jaguar when they see their mate, with the voice of the nightingales announcing their return to their nests, with your smile like the reflection of a brilliant sun, with your lips moist like the petals of the flowers after it rains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem