Imaculada

My castle is a farmhouse
Where I weave my legend
I know, my prince will come!
In this good dream that feeds me
The wait is less slow
If desire goes wild

I prefer it this way
Because with this wait
I tame the beast within me!
The seed of pleasure is immaculate
A burning rose about to bloom

The child leaves Paradise
Fairies, streams, smiles
Virgin purity!
She plants in her adolescent bosom
The apple and the serpent
Of original sin

I want to be a woman
In the place and time
That my prince desires!
And thus conquered
By the sword of desire
She remains immaculate