“Your eyes are an arbitrary income countries
where no one has ever known what it is that a glance
nor known the beauty of the eyes, beautiful stones,
the drops of water, closets beads.
Bare stones, without skeleton, O my statue.
The blinding sun holds you place mirror
and it seems to obey the evening of powers
is that my head is closed, O fallen statue.
My love and my wild tricks.
My desire is still your last support
and I will die without a fight,
my image broken my weakness and taken my bonds. ”
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