LUXURY LIKE BIRDS

Birds on flowers, like signs of freedom
And fire in the jungle, the culmination
After the journeys, after the hard walk,
After the precipice, the sea’s water,
After the arms on the machine gun
Or the miserable human condition…

Before the human relax supreme constellations of stars on heaven
The fire and its coverture fight with ourselves
Always the human conditions maybe presents the same, from spine…

The bone from end of human column and the perineum desire and the serpentine ways
From all body complete the tantric movies, when the armor disarmed fight with hand touches
And millions of moving of fingers always maybe possible tactile resources
When the extraordinary machine invented from making sex
Do not are make the sense yet…