Exchange your eyes for mine.
In crying, you can set
my blood's salt content right,
and learn how deep the wells that open in me are
when all I seem to do is laugh
or hum a tune.
Exchange your eyes for mine.
Then I can learn the inner making of your words
before you utter them.
Talk will be superfluous, and pain.

Don't worry:
our hands will trace our lips
at the moment of each kiss.

Translated by Christopher Whyte