If I had to run to rewrite retro poems adhoc of chosen trova, of timid Trojan verse, I dare today if I kissed her in front of me ..., She! I would jump from the sky-hyperesthetic…, inhuman to the world Aion celestine aurora, bleed your star In large and challenging today In itself She…, fetid condemnation sweetness aura in between her… just be, same be, sustained…, Oh… Goddess Hestia against your broken leg arm, meadow and braid vein ..., attacked by lost and thirsty love all tempts written ..., everything wields darkly if I take you to our Olympus ... at night loving you whole ..., emptying everything with no other hand singing The split strain entails company, that exterminated be ... love was nailed to a stake ..., I hurt to nail ..., stakes hurting ... I am exhausted above your lips, above yours ... sword…, cyclamen balm made whole if I had you!

To the loves of the world I say ..., cover your ears fungus of weariness, your torn ears squander more than sordid to say ... my blood kills, my blood revives! I **** my blood and I **** everyone, with your scattered blood, strewn ***** blood ... ? Do not leave me alone until nightfall ... I only ask for holy water, emptied from your mouth Goddess Hestia that flies tons over me ... I only ask for a sharp, ****** and scattered romantic blood sword ... To write to the wars of love that I have lost ...
the wars of love that I have won… ”