17, 7. belly

Except for your belly, / all is confused. / Except for your belly, / all is fleeting / future, barren, / murky past. / Except for your belly, / all is hidden. / Except for your belly, / all  uncertain, / all at an end, / dust without world. / Except for your belly, / all is dark. / Except for your belly, / clear and deep.

Miguel Hernández, Cancionero