tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. y por las calles, voy sin nutrirme, callado, silent and starving, i prowl through the streets. no me sostiene el pan, el alba me descuicia, bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day busco el sonido liquido de tus pies en el dia i hunt for the liquid measure of your step. ~~~pablo neruda, love sonnet xi~~~ she still…
