Among the flesh, on the stones.
Where honey is sweeter than blood,
Where in the riddles of desires
There are no living, no dead,
With smell of obsession,
In twilight of atavism,
Where are portraits of Gala only
In the music of surrealism,
For the sake of crucifixion
The body is in geometry
Holy men Temptation
In the hymns of Homer.
Under the hypnosis of canvases,
Ships with bodies are in dreams.
To get lost forever
In Salvador Dali paintings...