Poor Fellows
What it takes on this pla,
to make love to each other in peace.
Everyone pries under your sheets,
everyoerferes with your loving.
They say terrible things about a man and a woman,
who after much milling about,
all sorts of puns,
do something unique,
they both lie with each other in one bed.
I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
or sneeze as they please.
Whether they whisper to each other in ss about illegitimate frogs,
or the joys of amphibious living.
I ask myself if birds si enemy birds,
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
Hotels spy on their guests,
windows name names,
s and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
All those ears and those jaws w incessantly,
till a man and his girl
have to raise their climax,
full tilt,
on a bicycle.
Pablo Neruda