Longing to empty this unbridgeable Pathos
momentum tends to infinity.
indissoluble Eros
creator of images, saving and damned
instills nectar and ambrosia over her temples. Plasma
in my eyes, son of Iris, three women, and make one
Empress of the center. Oh
nudity returning to the absence of Selene
as Amazon
haunted me Oh hands of Artemis, voluptuous falls in the forest
Oh skin of Proserpine, steaming cliffs of volcanic islands.
Nostalgia is renewed, dreaming Latin lands
that feeds this lack of desire.
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