Her language has no curves
or colors...

what i think of you is unprintable.
sometimes i think it is deeply unconscious...

I bear you upon back,
bringing me mud...

forgive me but there are some days
in which the gods can't touch...

Your painful pleasure
always climbs my mossy walls...

sometimes i'm out of my own flesh.
it is when i get lost between my bed...

I am not a noble woman, I am a mongrel
and I sleep with pack of barking dogs...

Clench your fists and
declare your right on this earth...

When she finally saw him,
he was two years old...

The leaf waits for me
like a woman in love...

I look around
while everything sleeps...

Listen
the words don't need my perplexity anymore...