I don’t want to be your doll;
Dolls are kept in show cases.
I don’t want to be your pillow;
Pillows aren’t wanted at day.
Neither shoes, idling at night,
Nor mother, a one side lover,
Do I want to be, my dear.
I want to be liquor in your belly
To activate you to my whims,
To respond to my needs
And to make me fly with wings.
12.02.2006
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