I made a trip around the world,
In seventy times, point seven, days,
To afterwards turn back
To the point where I meet up
The first time with myself.

The very first marriage,
To start up by the doors of a church,
In the white dress of a virgin,
Of a mermaid, to eat up its own tail,
On the sacred ceremony of
Christening.

The first time with myself,
Kissing my reflection in the mirror of the water,
On those lips, like waterfalls in expansion,
I’ve colored the tan of my skin,
Into a exalted red, on my cheeks,
I’ve opened up the doors,
Carrying myself in my own arms,
Over the threshold of a new world,
And then gave birth to a universal child,
Out of a point (contour and color).

The first time with myself,
The Scorpio-girl,
The Violet-girl,
The Fata-Morgana (girl)
The Honey-girl,
On the sky, between the stars,
On her Honey-Moon
Round as the voluptuousness itself,
Of passions.