Half dream, half reality,
like a shadow that follows me,
silently,
as the water follows the moon,
with liquid steps.

My warrior woman, always mine
and never,
dancing the mad polka of oblivion,
erasing
my senses,
annihilating
my hole body.

'cause in you I've found my final rest
and under your breasts
i will encounter
myself.

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