El hambriento
-¡Por favor, por favor! –susurro y mi cuerpo es un arco templado, una bandeja, un árbol lleno de frutas. Ya cansado, el hambriento explota y mis fresas rojas y ardiendo, piden misericordia.
The hungry
The hungry man is not satiated. He makes me his food. Every moment he licks my split peaches, sucks my tasty clam. He smears his fingers with my hot and sour soup and puts them in his mouth. I tell her to eat slowly, to wait. His tanned skin, as he eats, sweats. The hungry man knows no manners, he eats with his hands and with great fury.
-Please, please! -I whisper and my body is a temperate arch, a tray, a tree full of fruit. Already tired, the hungry one explodes and my red, burning strawberries beg for mercy.
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