@tibianchini
1 year ago
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Anatomy (Part I)
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I-A Description
Slaves of loneliness, my lips:
Which, of yours, doesn't even keep the freshness...
And now they repeat, tireless: “Goodbye”...
Damn it, my eyes, looking
Of your girls, wrapped in heavenly
Blue, and to remember so much torture me.
Absent heart, aggressive pulse
Of a thirsty and barren man, who, from you,
‘Inda awaits your heart, which you gave me.
Serpent of illusion, as a Tupi goddess:
The hope I have of having, my God,
You; eyes, heart, lips, here.
Here, just below, is the complete poem (Parts II and III). I find this part I beautiful, but the other two are even better.
If you liked this part, how about reading the full poem for $1.00?