I feel hungry when I look at you,
I could devour your face
your nape and your neck as a jealous lover
expected that from me
I feel hungry when I look at you
if you could offer me at your age
My heart erupted in garden since the summer
I expect it from you.
I am hungry, I would like to run
on the bitumen hooked by nails
the cliff of salt in the month of August
the parvis of the churches and temples
I am hungry, I would like to die
in a laugh at noon
in a roar of glass at midnight
My caress stopped on your temple.
I am hungry in my old country
if I could find the courage
to swim up to the sex of the earth.
I am hungry day and night
I don't want to sleep any longer
Talk to me for weeks, for hours on end.
I am hungry, I would like to run
on the bitumen hooked by nails
the cliff of salt in the month of August
the parvis of the churches and temples
I am hungry, I would like to die
in a laugh at midnight
in a roar of glass at noon
My caress stopped on your temple.
I am hungry for milk, white rice,
female verbs, music,
for teeth on my neck,
I am hungry for a crazy lover,
You know, I am often hungry .
I am hungry for oppressive words ,
for pearls of water, ancient forests,
for cries, birth and noise in the silence,
You know, I have hunger for all…