Per un tros del teu cos

For a love so tender
what would I give,
what would I let myself be taken by
for a piece of your body.
Like the farmer who wakes up
to work his golden field,
I would make you mine,
I would plow your body.

For your eyes so black,
I would put out the sun;
so that only the stars
would be your cradle.
Together we would make the shortcut
to walk without fear;
I would remove the stones from your path,
and the north wind, the dust.