Face Look once more at they boy's face Bathe in sweat. Outside, bars are swarming with Negroes, The streets are filled with decay, And maracas music Distracts you from desire. You're come this far to learn How the flesh can be wounded With useless pleasure While tearing the garment That hid his buttocks. Tomorrow you will eat fish And kiss his salty and beautiful flesh. Translated by Rowena Hill