You are beautiful Whenever you glide On the sea of my admiration, With your discrete and reserved majesty, Like the swan With soft and stretched smoothness, Rich with curvature And falling spiral…
You drive me to seduction With your swan-like grace…
My desires undulate In the blue lake of your words, Where my vessel swings By your caprice of Given and declined promises…
It is the breath of the breeze and the lake Which blows with tender gasp, And caresses me charmingly…
It is the play of the lake and the fish, Leaping with the wave, And snatching the sunray Smashes it into my sight…
You are beautiful Like the swan, Whose feather has become The love-song pen of my desires; While the willow on the lakeshore With carelessly hung branches Reflects your image in my view…
The swan glides majestically On the lake of my feelings, Its delicate curly neck Against the soft caresses of the breeze, Whereas you bend on my shoulder Rub your breasts against my chest, The tenderness of your hips crumples And the last word of your rejection Breaks down…
…And your hands touching, Disturbs the lake of my soul, And you glide Like the swan, And the trembling lake of my desires Deepens in your eyes…