of my cheek.
more the fire burns in my heart,
more my tongue tangled
in the meshes of my desire,
and more water runs clear
and purifying within me
and are chaste and pure.
I am a great sinner and a saint.
the storm are all masks
I could wear
and I'm naked and transparent.
am the storm
sea and the ship that sails,
are calm and stillness.
am the wind that rushes
and the woman who is overwhelmed
and can be slow.
are south and north.
are all the blunders of those who love the illusions.
Who can understand me
I harnessed in his fantasies,
but looks at me with clear eyes
never reach me.
virginia 11.03.2011
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