He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...

Heaven is pouring and gushing out of the...
radiances are raining from skies...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

it is the objective of life
to take everything...

Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...

Such voluptuous prime
in the lusts of melons...

As we breezed
hoisting...

Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...

Influenced by "Asturias"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEfFbuT3I6A...

All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...

There are the freeze bees
Teasing me to sneeze...

Today I cried
for the love of whom...