Passion Is The Bridge That Takes You

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

Your Word Travels The Entirety Of Space And Reaches My Cells Which Are My Stars Then Goes To Yours Which Are My Light.

I Think That Little By Little I'll Be Able To Solve My Problems And Survive.

My Blood Is A Miracle That, From My Veins, Crosses The Air In My Heart Into Yours.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence