For Santos The Punta Queen
Roomba room...
Javelins pulsating, 
Negroid amazonia jamming...
The hunters have returned! heaving
Aerolas tingle in musk sweat, 
Panting, cleavages of amber
The hunters must drink
A palmfull of moss concealed
A handfull of buttocks unleashed, 
In decibells of ecstasy'
In deliriaof musk-hot musk
Delirious blood-boiling, 
In this ghetto of jaguars and magic, 
And firelies 
In spinning typhoons of vertigo                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
ur piece is quite different and introduce all to an altogether new things..