Hidden, captured, without roof between walls
You die yearning r beauty,you breathe through perforated walls of pleasure,
pain of plenitude.
You, hidden, captured. Between walls without roof;I bite back desire through your beauty.

From the void you breathe, through
walls perforated by your presence,
of the pleasure of pain
from that to plenitude.

Hidden, captured. Without roof,
desiring beauty
breathing between walls,
perforated by your presence.
of the pleasure of pain
of the pain to plenitude.

MIQUEL NAVARO
1994