then I loved her body and soul.
for me Her skin was dry land;
I dreamed as a sixth continent
not recorded on maps yet. I dreamed
Bay mouth.
Her hair was a virgin forest
which opened its mineral and dark mystery.
cities I dreamed of her breasts.
rivers of veins that outcrop in the skin were
routes opened to navigation and joy.
could travel in his eyes.
White Plains in their hands
I cultivated corn and good relations.
After I could not be but in their vicinity.
Text: Otto Raúl González
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