That when falling in my pillow I break my neck
Or that entering in the fog of the dreams
I got an urgently desire to eat
Wild mushrooms
And to see if I have the fortune
Of finding
An Amanita muscaria
That makes me crush
The chest with everything and heart.
I have swum in low heat
Burning as a bonze
In the desperation.
The scent of your aura
It induced me to be
Compulsive collector
Of the image of your laugh
And I bought all and each one
Of the tickets
Of the box and the terraces
When you gave the spectacle
Of your ephemeral blaze.
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