I looked at her through the door. On the table,

she was leaned over and fallen asleep.

It protected her of the neck the cruel beauty,

the odoriferous lock, black and long.

And I that wanted her so much, had her prey,

in my arms, trembling, contained.

By her glance my soul was lit —

lit of desire and fevered.

I kissed her the skin of the neck, under the dense

night of her hair... And enjoying,

full of love and of immense happiness,

I stayed under the black and vast hair,