Hermaphrodite hook up
Open the blue rose of your wombwith my ancient fingers. The Englishman gives the gypsy girla glass of lukewarm milk,and a cup of gin that Preciosa does not drink.
Preciosa hurls her tambourineand runs without stopping. The flutes of the shadows sound,and the smooth gong of the snow. And while, with tears, she tellsthose people of her ordeal,the angry wind bites the airabove the roofs of slate.
There was a man waiting for us in the parking lot of the only store off of exit 229, I-85, just north of Henderson, North Carolina.
Translating prose is like sculpting: get the shape and the lines right, then polish the seams later."Su luna de pergamino Preciosa tocando vienepor un anfibio senderode cristales y laureles.