and this is what we all saw,
he likes her long hair and she
holds her forehead and she looks
up to him as she likes his navel
and her hands embrace his legs of
steel with veins of wires where
electricity runs like the one
found in the city where every nook
is lighted which from a distance
shows what romance does in the
night of emptiness that summons
love to make everything back to
life again, stuttering to say a word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem