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CHEQUITA There you are


My flesh hungry
Feel the taste of your flesh, blood sweat

My pain Feel the taste of your sweat,
The blind man felt
Open your eyes and see your eyes,
The artist has been inspired
Take the brush and see your eyes,
Close your eyes and see your body. My time feels


while his hands almost wrinkled look, feel sleepy

My dream Watch your pillow and your hair is, perhaps
The sun feels straight
further Tears white
Reality awakens one morning
Open your eyes and you're watching,
The artist has been inspired again.

My soul feels sorry
Extend your hands without touching anything,
Find your forms
waist gives shape to your breasts, a deep breath and get

Roza breath to your mouth in a kiss, That

Distance mysterious lady who never meet, My soul rests

Feel your soul on the prowl.

My hunger is satisfied
My body feels battered,

My desire to always find hope, you

My bed is drawn into desire,
My servant
The brush naked waiting for you, My fingers

Ten fingers over the universe,

My work, wish you
blood for my soul
My table draw you in gentle strokes
Tocarte
For my body, your food.