How this woman angers me;
She is foolish, stubborn but beautiful.
Substantial, delicate and dangerous.
Because she is so precious;
anything can be endured.
She brings out the worst in me
it doesn't let me be a poet
it ruins my mind
It will lead me to death for sure.
It also bites sometimes,
funny the baby
but rebellious;
She imitates, sings and amuses
and paints.
She can become an artist.
She made me a chair out of sticks,
a wooden boat,
a painting with vinyl;
that I only understood
after drinking wine.
I had made her an album
with five hundred pictures of her.
I had taken about ten thousand of them;
when she woke up, when she slept,
in the mountains, in Vijagual
in the Agüíl Forest.
In the mornings she grinds corn
and then kneads arepas
blows the stove
brings old clothes.
In the afternoons she sleeps on the coffee seeds;
where she likes the sun
caresses her
to burn her
to energize her.
In the kitchen she wears a woolen hat for the cold, but her legs are uncovered.
She likes to laugh, tease, run and scream.
giant cats her dream
she always wanted to hug.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
My loves, Love of my home
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