I love women, I love them and I will still love them,
I don't want to lose any of them, it hurts me to lose them,
splendid or small, lonely or smiling
from their hands and their skin I have cultivated honey,
of those beautiful ones - with golden hair or smooth brunettes
with perfumes of flowers and lips of cotton,
ripe, like wild fruit, longing for kisses, those that sleep naked in summer
those who sleep naked in summer, longing in autumn.
All with mysterious eyes, all with furtive loves,
in their cruel beauty, perfumed at the portals of the October floods,
strange and unnerving,
women always women, beloved of my enamored soul,
open road on the map of my skin.
I have been constantly in love,
it is impossible for me to forget them all.

Thank you very much for stopping by to see and read my post.

Antonio Evies, May 2024