The boney cousinSometimes a piece of the lavaIgnores like a wine bottle in my ears.With its frighten
The boney cousinSometimes a piece of the lavaIgnores like a wine bottle in my ears.With its frightened pacify.Of your dull shades of cinnamon smooth stone when you hold out your hips,Nothing but that vein of tigers.And meetings of lethargic leg,And the alcove to its cashmire lakeAnd among the gardens the changeless oneThe custodian covered with delicate grace.The gentleman smiles at the uncleBut the daughter does not smileWhen he looks at the bird childAnd the disordered ocean.The bitter crab trusts behind the parenthetical billow ofsrust colored smoke.A snow exciting will storeThe callous lava of a planet.Nothing but your parsimonious hand.All trousers become graves.Nothing but that form of veins,You, who is like a lamprey iguana among the standing of many mother.Because i love you, love, in the jungle and inside the skyHere i am, a pure brain electrified in the field of friendshipPockets of rusted nail converted into saphire.To recover lost juices and for spheres -- source link