The first fruits of your breasts emerged
like two points of rock in the sea
you placed them in the hands of those who grasp
granted like grapes in the mouth.
You are the limit of those who seek the earth
you are the limit of those who touch you
you are the unpleasant and the beautiful
you are almost naked or almost dressed
but undressed you become a question
for those who hug you like their dress
and 'I have nothing' you say 'I have nothing'
everyone thinks you have nothing on you
you say 'true but what I can
my feeling nothing on me'
You are your process at every step
at every step as if you were dancing.
You are the confession with every song
and moans the enjoyment and enjoys the tears.
We believe we create feelings
we link them to pleasures and torments
we say them with sighs and moans
we swear them as if it were not true
that we feel what we feel that we try.
We want them as absurd as fantasies
we want them credible but we say them
with incredible words
and we give them a reason with our hearts in our hands
we want to understand them and we don't understand them
And so we suffocate them with what we believe
to be feelings.
The first fruits of my breasts emerged
like two points of rock in the sea
I placed them in the hands of those who grasp,
granted like grapes in the mouth.
I am the limit of those who seek the earth
I am the limit of those who touch me
I am the unpleasant and the beautiful
I am my process at every step < br/>the confession of my gesture is a dance
I am my trial out loud
and, if I confess that I breathe, I sing
let's play a game as beautiful as the sea
br/>It's me I let myself cross.
The naked body a limit of the world
Moves like water with the hips
Moves close to infinity
Time like reading the sand
And we think about the steps we leave
but we ignore the footprint of love
we get up, we go away from there
leaving a void of happiness.

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