I have given you the days, hours and minutes of these years of life that have passed; In my verses were images that are anonymous masks Of your forbidden face; The unsatisfied hunger I felt It was you, Hunger for the instinct that was not heard. Now I go back, I read the verses, I tell the disappointments in the heart, I remember the nightmare of desires, I look at the desolate human desert, And I wonder why, why In the dunes of your chest the wind passes Without stumbling over the grace Of the slightest sign from my hand. #fetish