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I’m as vulgar as it gets
The rosy cloud of yourself
Like the sun of the past
On the edge of this meat
Dreamily I delude my past
I have stars in my womb
It kept us absorbed together
Superficiality disturbs me but profoundness kills me
He was still for me
Sometimes I have to collect myself
It seemed without harshness
Your slow melancholy is lost
Pregnant with light
Painful and opulent
Ecstatic and green was the boredom
My life has colors around it
On light feathers
And the light enchants with itself
With her light eyes
Even more beautiful
All is nothing
Emptier than empty
I feel the cold of life
Her sweet smell
But that’s life
A medium joy
My vices with her light eyes
All these beauties of yours
The alien blue sky
A flame in the wind
The gray sky at the bottom…
Her eyes are restless
Light as a thing that begins
All that exists
With nothing more than a smile
The light with which I burn is mine
In the broken body melancholy
Hide me the night
In me, the intensity of sensations…
At intervals a firefly…
That malice a bit dizzy
Her sad eyes are big
I I werw another
Slightly cold
You run light
A chaos of nothing
The minimum things
Whatever I want
A motionless electric whiteness
The sky behind her has the light blue of a fabric
