love the piece of land that you are,
because of the planetary meadows
I have no other star.
you repeat the multiplication of the universe.
Your wide eyes are the light that I have
of constellations defeated
your skin throbs like the roads
walking in the rain the storm.
De moon were to me so your hips,
all the sun your mouth and its delights,
of burn as much light in the dark honey
your heart burned by long rays red
and go around the fire and the way you kissing,
small planetary dove and geography.
; Poem "Odes"
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