«Without Ever Coming Out», by Carlos Germán Belli

When shall I at last return, In which minute, time or age, To my lady’s dearest part —No one knows it, only me— So inside her I just stay Without ever coming out? To that place I want to go, To her deepest inner side, To the secret valley of joy Where my body andSigue leyendo “«Without Ever Coming Out», by Carlos Germán Belli”