How I love to watch, dear indolent creature, The skin of your so Beautiful body glisten, like some Quivering material! On your deep coiffure Bitter scented, Scented, restless sea, With the blue and brown waves, Like a ship waking To the wind of morning, My dreamy soul prepares For skies far away. Your eyes, where nothing is revealed Of sweet or sour, Are two cold gems whose gold Is mixed with iron. Seeing your harmonious walk, Abandoned beauty, One would say a snake was dancing At the end of a stick. Under the weight of your sloth Your infant head Is balanced with the indolence Of a young elephant, And your body bends and stretches Like a delicate ship Pitching from side to side and sinking Its spars in the water. Like a wave swelled by the melting Of a groaning glacier, When your saliva rises To the edges of your teeth, I feel I drink some Bohemian wine, Bitter, victor, A liquid sky that scatters Stars in my heart!
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