You think I never had a clue
I strung the universe for you
Even my loo, even that too!
All the flowers that you brought home
left their perfumes in my soul!
I know, I called on Atlas to hop!
Where do you think, it would stop?
My Dad, son, if I never had you, I never won!
My salt, my blood, my flesh, I run…
through every moment of the legacy
that Jupiter always brought back to me like a memory!
It is a dream that, with you, I share
Your breath rolls, always, in my every pore, my every hair
It is the past that I want to face
It is the future I want to taste
There is only an immaculate conception
that, I await, with bated breath. This, my annunciation!
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