This afternoon
For the internal of my chest
Are flowing rivers...
But they are not simple rivers,
For my chest they run mighty
The bitter rivers of Babylon.
Gigantic these rivers grow
Unorbiting my veins,
Increasing my bitterness,
Magnifying my hardships,
Making a devastation in my heart.
I’d like to be able to advance
A million steps ahead,
To have the magic power
Of the teletransportation
To come undone among your arms,
And to reincarnate in the love
That in your chest
It beats desperate
As an African drum.
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