Sun of China

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    Sun of China

    Sun of China

     

     The sun of China merciless wipe my skin.

    It dies of jealousy of my love for their lovely daughters.

    They look to my dark skin with tender, full of curiosity and,

    With a shy desire, want to try the new that now

    Knock on their doors.

     II

    When the night comes, I surrender, I give

    Myself to the Chinese Goddesses, I allow myself to satisfy

     Their wishes. Their beautiful eyes promenade in my body, their fresh

    Lips like the breeze kisses me and their soft skin touches mine, and

    Their dark beautiful hair covers us, hiding that lovely moment.

    The daughters of China are of a beauty  of their own,

    Pure mystery, it is something  that charms me,

    And make me dream.

     III

     The sun of China refuses to accept their daughters

    Exchanging the daylight with the mysteries of the night. It is difficult

    For him to understand his daughters tasting and willing the new.

    The Chinese Goddesses, secretly, give way to their fantasies and

    Allow them to be invaded by dark bodies. It is a repressed desire

    Being freed and a mystery stopping being a

    A mystery.

     

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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