You are my continent,
bed, my planet,
your eyes, my fields,
your skin, my sweet desert.
light wind I hear your
continent asleep
and raining outside, in another galaxy.
How beautiful cosmic symphony.
Rain, wind, heat, love.
Sometimes, I feel a thirst hungry
And you offer me your sweet river, passion,
because I'm your only inhabitant
yet, your black hole.
Cabiscol By Assumpta Solsona (1999)
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