When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me. [original Spanish version] Cuando no puedo mirar tu cara miro tus pies. Tus pies de hueso arqueado, tus pequeños pies duros. Yo se que te sostienen, y que tu dulce pesp sobre ellos se levanta. Tu cintura y tus pechos, la duplicaada purpura de tus pezones, la caja de tus ojos que recien han volado, tu ancha boca de fruta, tu cabellera roja, pequeña torre mia. Pero no amo tus pies sino porque anduvieron sobre la tierra y sobre el viento yo sobre el agua , hasta que me encontraron.