A woman's body, white hills, white thighs, you resemble the world in your attitude of surrender. My body of a wild peasant digs you up and makes the son of the earth jump from the bottom. I was just like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and the night penetrated its fierce invasion. To survive I forged you as a weapon, an arrow in my bow, a stone in my slingshot. But behold, the hour of revenge falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of milk eager and firm. Ah the chest vessels! Ah the eyes of absence! Ah the pubic roses! Ah your slow and sad voice! My woman's body, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my endless longing, my undecided path! Dark beds where eternal thirst follows, and where fatigue follows, and pain is infinite. "WOMAN'S BODY" - (PABLO NERUDA) #fetish