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la geografía de tu cuerpo empieza en tus ojos-- lagos que reflejan el cielo y aún selvas de pasión la perfección de tus pensamientos Tus labios marcan la topografía de tu cara la curva de tu nariz-- eje de tu perfil En las fronteras de tu cuerpo empieza el deseo

I place them in boxes, neatly placed boxes, stacked in my mind, shelved away in my heart. sometimes they are single letters-- pointers to places, thoughts, emotions full complete words neatly stacked they have shrines throughout my space, they occupy my space and they give shape to my perceptions imperfect messages that sometimes shape my reality and my intuition, a twin flow of words letters, thoughts emotions, pointers to my heart and the typing fingers, disconnected but today they all fail me-- fingers, letters and words thought, emotion and desire perceptions and even reality

I want to go ... I want to go far, far away-- By car, by boat, by plane Walk until I'm tired. I want to go away ... Far away to another country, another city Another place. I want to go as far as I can go And find myself among other people, Among other friends Just like the ones I know And another family just like my own ... Yes, it's true, I want to go away ... Far, far away. I want to go and find you-- Find you in a faraway place where you love me.

That my heart is burning; with every heartbeat it burns to ashes. That my blood is burning--and it burns through me like a wild lion. That my eyes are burning--and they burn like a flash of lighting. That my lips are burning--they burn with every breath. The flames burn my innermost core. The fired growing ...  I'm burning.