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2003-11-18 | |
The large horizon smiles to me
with its blue distant eyes...
Oh, Light, you let my kisses wrap you,
and therefore every circled star
blesses me with dreams that I`ve never had before.
I let my hands easily feel the supple sea
with her breasts suckling virgin shells,
and seems to me that sky and the whole blue horizon
are children of the bluish see.
Extatic sunsets grow as red as blood,
a groaning at world`s joints
wakes up in us the sinning voice of Eve
and gets our women fertile mothers.
Please, take my hand and make of it your thigh,
your lips will make a brand new face for me.
I saw a child walking on water
and felt it will be ours.
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