Cay? on its prey and immobilize it as a mooring
the little girl was a body of trembling under her claws
so palpitating
what did he feel? the lust of thirst, magnificent and burning.
And pas? the time, the long time
between the fang that depredates and the skin
of his victim in lethargy
and pas? the time, the long time
between the fang that depredates and the skin
of his victim in lethargy.
The afternoon simulated not recognizing the old plot
and his mirror was a man, a woman a game and a bed
the pure afternoon
with its trail of meadows, candor and the soul of madness.
I spend the afternoon, the long afternoon
between the fang that depredates and the skin
of the victim awaiting
I pass the afternoon, the long afternoon
between the fang that depredates and the skin
of the victim that awaits.
The living rose of the flesh embraces its destiny
and they ate juices of love like perfect wine
wine of lovers
fertile to bend the thirst, while more abundant.
I pass the afternoon, the painless
between the fang that depredates and the skin
of the victim in loves
I pass the afternoon, the painless
between the fang that depredates and the skin
of the victim in loves.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)