My eyes went away from me following a dark girl who went by...

She was made of black mother-of-pearl,
made of dark purple grapes,
and she lashed blood
with her tail of fire.

After them all
I go.

A pale blond went by
like a golden plant
swaying her gifts.
And my mouth went
like a wave
discharging on her breast
lightning bolts of blood.

After them all
I go.

But to you,
without my moving,
without seeing you,
distant you,
go my blood and my kisses,
my dark one and my fair one,
my tall one and my little one,
my broad one and my slender one,
my ugly one,
my beauty,
made of all the gold
and of all the silver,
made of all the wheat
and of all the earth,
made of all the water
of the sea waves,
made for my arms,
made for my kisses,
made for my soul.

After them all
I will become a free man...