Me He Pintao

I have painted my entire face white
I have painted my heart blue,
and the envy that I have of the mornings is red,
and in red the envy I have of the sun.

I have bought my belief in the corners,
I have dreamed clitoris behind the curtains,
I have imperfectly pursued the one who has given me life
and I have shaken out of the pot when everything was a lie.

I have reviewed the paths of the body,
I have clouded an open sky,
If you leave, leave me tied,
I have sewn with words the blows that I gave,
If you leave, leave me tied,
I get jealous and roll on the floor
and once full of mud,
like a beaten horse I'm trotting through the sky
and I wake up,
Now I am once again a fetus in your lap.

I have eaten what was left with the road,
I have smoked the kisses already forgotten,
I have vomited nostalgia and defecated castles,
I hope to be an inhabitant of a friend's nostalgia.

I have reviewed the paths of the body,
I have clouded an open sky,
If you leave, leave me tied,
I have sewn with words the blows that I gave,
If you leave, leave me tied,
I get jealous and roll on the floor
and once full of mud,
like a beaten horse I'm trotting through the sky
and I wake up,
Now I am once again a fetus in your lap.

I need umbilical transmissions of the serums
of your life,
I need you to breathe for me, I need to smell your armpit,
I need to give in to your bush and get on my knees
and eat you.