In the cold, on the lips
Harvest mouth
Carnation breasts
Honey curves
Corners of voices
And knives of saliva
Nothing © naked your waves
Now that the ship is sinking
And only you can save me
And you doubt my doubts
Of my rites
Of my ruins< br/>Between always and never
I swam naked in your waves
The foam of Venus
The rarest fruit
That he wanted to milk
br/>The dowser looking for water
Fiction is and will be
My only reality
Fiction is and will be
My only reality
Artist of sin
I learned by heart
The geography of your center
Of sugar and steel
Foam of Venus
I swam naked in your waves
Immaterial perfume
Shelter and beginning
The vertical howl
In response to your prodigies
Fiction is and will be
My only reality
Fiction is and will be
My only reality
With the unused costume
Say the leap to the fleeting
Fiction is and will be
The only reality