There are women to whom I am addicted.
Women who pierce me with
sharp smiles,
with puns that hide daggers,
that show haughtiness when I prostrate
before them.
They don't know that if I'm lurking
like a lioness in the savannah,
it's because my intentions are mimetic:
I want to be like them and
fuck their minds.
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Tangled
PoetryEnglish poetry. Aquí encontrarás alguno de mis poemas traducidos al inglés. Pronto saldrán a la luz en versión bilingüe e ilustrada junto a poemas de mi libro en físico "Mía" y otros tantos ineditos 🤗. Ayuda a la traducción: Sara Walsh 🖤🤍 Porta...
