Fe Linea Recta

You slide agilely always land on your feet
Dependent nations on the day when again
You always walk in the same line you walk
You only retreat when you finish with so many lives
And today I swallow my saliva

Fear of the exit of 21 grams of weight
That have no footing to my flesh and bone disguise
Spiders gathering pairs of eyelashes
You don't lie, you don't scold
What they say about you is nonsense
Strategy in your feats

Before becoming a straight line
I want to turn into a tack
I don't want this to be like the human
Believers of the morning sun
Ignore your purring
But only with my eyes I see you

I want to caress you
I want to caress you
I want to caress you
I want to caress you