as the base, the umbilical
cordon of passion, unitying
two people
the wormth conextion, of honney
and fire, but alone, in flames.
as funeral pire, no rest, no eyes
that as a balsam, help to mitigate
the pain, that burns as loneliness
of the one who
loves in the distance, and see
in strangers eyesthye eyes of
the one not specting him, but loves
him still.
lost, incomplete, vain,
unplugged, hopeless waking
between men,
as body without soul,
as man with no heart, its in the hands
of the one, stabing his back.
is in mondegos hands,that luckily
was not needed, the dark ****
my eyes lost in apparent boringness,
nigth carries my steps, of plane
incompleteness.
assorted on mi mind,
the tantric desire, lays subsole,
as abandonned mine, in the shadow
of it.
the vain desire, scapes between
stertores, of an eternnal flame,
that never stops burning, only her
palorosa balsam, calms the
incomplete fire, tacit, vain, unconnected
while subsole, front of the seas,
they both dream, with the son
of venus, but will never
have me
in a decadent, eternal party,
where they only suffer,
for the love that cannot have
david montecinos.
miss morcef mondego
