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My soul, Lorelei,

In desperation.

I’m flying to you and running away.

She covered her eyes without to say,

With hands.

I’m flying to you and running away,

Like jumping into the abyss.

At the hour, when the sunset is so lovely.

And a monk rejects everything way,

Chanting radiance in Heaven without to say.

Time is like a film, it splay.

My soul, Sappho,

Freezing in being.

I am running to her, to Phaon,

And running away.

My hands, my feet spinning around me,

Like a disk.

Splash, in the middle of it,

Inside the frame, it’s me.

Zephyr’s force the game to play,

The Earth’s gravity the time to say.

Its attraction is the grave,

Silent Guernica waiting for milk.

Will I spill there,

Your son, seduced by you?

Through my milk necklace.

Motherhood is like an abyss,

To disappear.

A second before waking up

Your bumblebee,

Oh, Galla!