Els nens d'uniforme que agafen el tren, l'olor de colònia, els ulls desperts i brillants, les costelles sota la camisa, el sol que els saluda els cabells daurats

You'd be thirteen, I'd be thirty-five,
gone to find a place for us to hide.
Be together but alone
as the need for it has grown.

A cave or a shed, a car or a bed,
a hole in the ground or a burial mound,
a bush or a tree or the aegean sea will do for me.
For you I found a vent in the bottom of a coal mine
just enough space for your hands in the inside;

if you go
do let me know.

I can say that you look pretty:

you turn my legs into spaghetti,

you set my heart on fire.

A den or a dessert, perhaps an ink squirt,
a cellar, a wishing well, a war or a guarantee

will do for me.
For you i found a cell on the top floor of a prison
just enough space for you to fit your feet in;

if you go
please, let me know.