So much time
I was welcomed
In the placenta
That you created
To the dictation
Of the needs
Of your company,
That when I was
Hurried by the force
Of Uranus
Impelled
To navigate
In the intestine of others
Constellations,
Without the covering
Of your branches
Neither the sap
Of your kisses,
Simply
I got lost.
With what kind of blades will be cut
This sentimental cord?
So that it allows me to arrive
Beyond the rake of the snow.
I want to know the spell
To liberate my arms
Of the desire of holding you.
So much time
I was welcomed
In the placenta
That you created
To the dictation
Of the needs
Of your company,
That when I was
Hurried by the force
Of Uranus
Impelled
To navigate
In the intestine of others
Constellations,
Without the covering
Of your branches
Neither the sap
Of your kisses,
Simply
I got lost.
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