Alumbramento

It must be very warm
It must be maternal
Sitting on a mattress
And smile and get angry
Slap your hand
This yes, this no
It must be very crazy
It must be animal
Breath of gin
Will pretend, will moan
And say woe is me
And suddenly there must be
An ingenuity, a power
That makes the boy weaken
Hallucinate, melt
Must be in a hurry
And leave and leave
Cashew juice in the boy's eyes
That's how it must be...