Tea m'enduc the anthill. We care and
t'observo, we
grunxo for your stems
and sleep between the magenta and cyan
of your perennial petals
that if they were outdated wore yellow lemon .
In a gust of wind I'm there:
Birolles of metallic aftertaste!
There are abrupt and bushes,
others are smooth and shiny.
multiform, incardinables.
As your impulses, as you [...]
There ventera always makes wind.
And today, now, I flew up to you.
Look there!
Close your eyes, I'm there. Just where are
costits lips:
The bottom and top.
Just at that point it shoots up when s'esviaixa
and rivers: Right there!
You did! You smiled.
I lost balance!
Now everything is dark and quiet: stillness.
Being swallowed me, I got it.
Today I sleep with you.
within you.
