Lorena

Small mouth, strawberry size
Your skin doesn't smell like anise
That's your dilemma
You traffic on the moon
Billboard of well-dressed people
Focus on you, unfocused on the street
Supreme elegance
Bad luck, lavender
You move through me lightly
Makes me feel beauty
It's a pleasure to see you
You started to be born for several lives
Kisses, my holy grass
Kisses, my love
Oh, beautiful creature
I seek you
Oh beautiful creature
I seek you

Check my point
Imagine yourself in a flat
While I bring you urban surveys
Headlines, in tabloids and tablets
With Mr. Cat shoes
La Coast vest
And Levi's baggy pants
Wollner dress shirt
A sweet lavender perfume oui
Scientific magazines and a box of kiwi
To satisfy me, laugh, maybe nourish us
See that it's vile, it's sinister, it hits the bile
And forms cysts
Cysts in the confiscation of the unseen
I apprehend to apriscos hoisted in conflict with isms
Cause earthquakes, they doubt signs
But we are like a hydro genius, not solstices
Of this I am, who accessed
I invest in a very scientific, daily in distico
It's acetic, aesthetic and critical, not technical
Chauvinist or political, not Groucho Marx
It's repetitive to have with mate