The bakery is at the top of the hill which dominates the town.
In the back-shop somebody turns the raw loaves in the flour on the marble table.
I bought focacce and porridges to see your sky-blue eyes.
I congratuled you on a meat roll looking at your sweaty triangular face.
You had a streaked fringe hair over some spots,
Two little tits under your work blouse.
When you got out of the counter, I realized that your blouse was very short
And you showed two complately naked squat legs,
And the top side of your thigs was naked under a further vent of your blouse.
you have a great name and it appears on reading this great poem that you are also a very talented poet. This is the type of poetry that i do so love to read. There are some lovely image here, and your use of word helps brinng out a strong sense of detail. the reader feels very close to the observer in the poem, great title as well i shall look out for more of your work. Sometimes you click onto this site and stumble accross a little gem, it appears i have found mine today in your poem i thank you for making my day regado Vincent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely written, , , , lovely, a sense of involvement and sensuality all through the lines, , thanx