O little one, come into my arms
there is no one who can love you like me.
You have taken away what I asked in vain just now
to take away, O light of darkness;
full the warm breasts that appear
and overlook the dim light of nudity.
O sweetie, come into my arms
but don't mind if then empty spaces
and spaces and spaces and I laugh in your hips
and I fill you, electric, with new impulses of electricity.
My gaze is sweet because your breasts are
honey, dense in the torn womb.< br/>If there is honey in your womb my life will be
sweet inside the sea, in the depths.
If there is honey in your womb my life will be
sweet inside the sea, in the darkness.