I do not see future in your oracle
temptations are not libidinous
The harvested field seen from the sky
little by little is showing you the route
You, cultivate the person
yea, cultivate the person
Imagine to the person,
Imagine to the person
yea, imagine her!
Queen of the melancholic coldness,
Pacha Mama of the Andean North,
Butterfly of the oil paintings
Run away
Plebeian of the planking verse.
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