I have a tiny
and gourmand love
like an infant.
An abusive love
which bites the lure
and doesn’t swallow the hook.
I have a generous love,
vermilion and juicy
like a pomegranate.
I have a love friendly
which kills with pleasure
and which dies by envies.
Neither blind,
neither tragic,
without pact.
Neither endless,
Neither magical
Neither rented.
Overcoming me by floods
I have a tiny love
I have a tiny love
I have a tiny love.
new like
the maturity time
which consumes itself like a wood chip,
it comes by horse
and climbs up to the balconies.
I have a love comrade
which doesn’t bring souvenirs
and neither leaves tokens
I have a love for you
which starts to dance
if you wind it up.