And on the sixth day, God created Woman…
So here you are, torn from my breast
Bloody poetry, by my impulse
And efforts, in agony written…
My only muse, with a pigeon’s body
Life-giving Queen, who’s marks
ornament history, sailed down an ocean
of heads in blind bestiality, as passionate as it was…
You, for whom armies of angles have laid down their hearts,
And began to walk the heavens.
You, with whom Satan is ready to take his marriage vows,
Even if hell were to start extinguishing.
You hold the fate of the world in one bow, o Lady!..
So rule, but before you kill the Colossi,
Remember in time, let not the rib wound the heart…