that was the delight of instinct
virulent that I wanted to know the sacredness of your language,
rough altar of moist thoughts, since I live
blood
had already invaded the air smells of violent carnal ...
and I felt my being
will flow away from the constraints of the heart,
those coming to lick its own grounds soul
where the oppression of reasoning
give way to lust concessions instinct supreme
where you
sweet alcove of my sin,
go unarmed to do with waiting
the bite of my highest enjoyment.
And consecrate the infinity of the miracles of this beloved land
to your person,
because it was only through the aroma perceived
I could lose myself to the airiness of the think,
going beyond the simple dream,
arriving in those places believed lost
and instead
still lived in those remote areas its immensity.
will then we'll go in merging those violent impulses,
be their most noble of animals,
that are now stirring the spirits contained
and that in a instant
have caused what is stronger in me was screaming for a long time ...
your fertile and nauseating exhalation
primal source of my sacred life,
and as vibrant on
was filling every bit of reality felt,
flooding so sigh cravings
the most diverse branches of the progress of the wind ...
and became for me,
constant alienation believe
because your persistent essence
had long since corroded
the more linear perception of my mind.
chaotic ... preservation of a natural mutability.
RLV
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