Trastoque

Soft as a breast
That I dream of kissing
To be the horizon
Of that heavenly body
Maybe in the street, the sky
In an elevator
Something that disrupts
My morals

End of an emotional fantasy
Be it womb, land, or temporary

To be a father, to be a mother
Of a desire to love
To bite those lips
Drown in that sea
Light incense and candles
Give me something to smoke
Something that disrupts
My morals

Live an intense life, there’s nothing like it
Pray for universal magic

Pray for universal magic
Pray for universal magic