Only she who has breast-fed

knows how beautiful the ear is.

Only they who have been breast-fed

know the beauty of the clavicle.

Only to humans the Creator

has given the earlobe.

The humans, through clavicles

slightly resembling birds,

entwined in caresses fly

to the place at night where,

rocking the cradle of cradles,

the babe is wailing,

where on a pillow of air

the stars nestle like toys.

And some of them speak.