E. Munch - Nude (1913)
In this month alone denied, the last lizard is refugee, so I'm wrapped in the apparent indifference, tormented inside, looking for a ray of light.
Messy, but honest, I do instinctively somersaults between thoughts, feel the clamor of the hour, I long for simplicity and wonder how I ended up in your sheets.
Pierced by persistent wind that brought me to you, avoiding the pools of the mind,
seek the smile of a lotus flower.
I look at the clear blue sky, smell the lake
still water and the silence speaks to me of you. I love your dwelling, Your sudden change, I love your faults, you love the imperfection,
love the wrong woman,
love your intelligence, love messed up your beauty,
your audacious dare.
I love the little things of our world, our love be with messy
scattered in the ocean of days, I love the desire that compels me to seek you,
love give me fire,
love you, when together, between the covers look the infinite.
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