Un Verano
De Tigres
En el fondo del pecho estamos juntos,
en el cañaveral del pecho recorremos
un verano de tigres,
al acecho de un metro de piel fría,
al acecho de un ramo de inaccesible cutis,
con la boca olfateando sudor y venas verdes
nos encontramos en la húmeda sombra que deja caer besos...

--- Pablo Neruda

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A Summer
Of Tigers
In the depths of the heart we are together,
in the canebrakes of the heart we range
through a summer of tigers,
stalking a meter of cold skin,
stalking even one branch of inaccessible flesh.
With our mouths sniffing out sweat and green veins
we meet in damp shadows dripping with kisses...

--- Translated by Maggie Butler


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