As wild little animals
The words got frightened:
Before your dreamed presence
Inflamed the landscape.
Foresters and firemen
Everywhere anticipated
Danger of imminent fire:
Ardent desire turned ember.
This fear did not stop it,
But another dread that she was silencing:
How to survive without your kisses
As soon as you have gone away?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent (I wish I didn't have to write another word.)