This woman who throws herself, cold And lucid in my arms, and in her breasts snatches Me and kisses me and babbles Verses, love vows and ugly names. That woman, flower of melancholy That laughs at my pale fears The only one among all to whom I gave The affection that the other would never give. This woman who with each love proclaims the misery and greatness of the one who loves And keeps the mark of my teeth on her. That woman is a world! a dog Maybe ... but in the frame of a bed Never a woman was so beautiful!