Every morning when I rise
A woman stands before me
She resembles everything I saw yesterday
In the universe
The day before, I penetrated
Into that hair
Deep forest, dark forest
Where grow and intertwine
The branches of my thoughts
And in the factories of my face
O my morning enemy
Yesterday they melted and shaped
All the metals of my words
And in her fists that defend her
Merciless masses of cast iron
I recognize, I recognize
The steam hammers
Of my will
