The earth sleeps like a poor sunny-faced child.
In the deep flesh of the jungle,
Forbidden fruit hangs high;

Trees steal the stars’ passions.
Sea assaults sky,
Darkness covers the vagrant soul.

The spider laces her dream weaver
The sick miner rests under my forlorn branches.
His heart pricked by the fecund rose

The night is dark and stars fall to the earth
The eyes of lust are green,
He wears dark shadows, to cover orange fiery rage

A panther hungry for youth, for freedom, flesh,
Searching like a brumal dream for insomniacs,
A river looking for a rose


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