Close-up
I recall what I heard as a child
It was said:
“Steals heart in distance.”
“Close-up, bursting guts.”
I’m in love with the eyes
Their colors
Reflections
Of the light
Of feelings
My album is wealthy
Eyes of cats to the birds
And of course of nymphets
Once again I stared;
Face-creamed and powdered
Eyes colored with corners, eyelashes
And the lips, lined, curtailed
Suddenly heart cried:
“Foolish girl.”
I can say:
“In distance, she attracts, as crow; when near,
the poor thing, straws with a hat sown to her.”
Uneven with buttons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem