I was musician, captive in the womb of vibrations...
you, violin, our bodies in tune,calling the moon
clinging nostalgia in the lyric of my memory...
you, saxo, firing of nights,underworlds rivers
I was illusion's lover ,the prisoner..
I was inspired scultor,playing with your skin
aromatized dreams, without any certainties...
I was messianic orchestrator ,wild centaur
engraving melody of our spicy exchanges
my depraved vestal capsized in black mass...
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