Everything is big here, my dear,
Everything, everything.
Your eyes, your belly, your legs,
Your hands, and even your house,
Your road, your weapon.
I see you smile always, my dear,
Let me say there is no mystery,
Though it has a great history,
Beyond and above my memory.
See I am penetrating the cordon
Around you my dear, that are
Not made by you but by our men.
I am touching you, I am feeling you
Within me and going far beyond the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem