I am hungry for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair and I walk through the streets without nourishment, silent, bread does not sustain me, the dawn unhinges me, I search for the liquid sound of your feet in the day. I am hungry for your slippery laughter, for your hands the color of a furious granary, I am hungry for the pale stone of your nails, I want to eat your skin like an intact almond. I want to eat the burning lightning in your beauty, the sovereign nose of the arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shadow of your eyelashes and hungry I come and go sniffing the twilight looking for you, looking for your heart warm like a puma in the solitude of Quitratúe.