Women in love

They have high shoulders

and a mischievous appearance

or else disconcerting expressions.

Confidence is in their chests

at the height where the dawn of their breasts rises

to undress the night.

They have eyes that could break pebbles,

and unconscious smiles.

For every dream,

squalls of shouting and snow,

and uprooted shadows.

One has to believe them by their kisses

and their words and their gazes,

and kiss only their kisses.

I show only your face,

the great storms of your bosom,

all that I know and all that I don't know,

my love... your love... your love... your love.