Desserts To Freeze Ahead

Rafael Alberti - Amaranta

AMARANTH

... Wind shod ... GÓNGORA

Rubios, polished breasts of Amaranta, a language
greyhound filed down. Porches
lemons,
diverted through the canal rises to your throat.
Red bridge curls forward
and burns your ivories rolling.
bites, striker, your teeth bleed,
and crooked in the air, the wind you up.
loneliness, sleeping in the bush,
Zephyr fits your foot and down Elm
high sea of \u200b\u200bthe plain.
his body in shadow, dark is light,
and gladiator, like an ember impure
between Amaranta and her lover is a tendency.