I could give everything to drink from the potion that so liberally you offer me. You tight up the last point of contact of our bodies in an embrace that resembles the creation. You want to feel even the last beat of my heart. You want to see how I shall winkle at you before I depart on an unknown voyage. There is a huge canvas on which to paint our life. How many pages shall I fill from this tour around the world without country, family, yet with a bond that was baptized in the universe? I run along the start of the great avenue, with my eyes looking on the straight line for the liftoff. I make a wish and I shall divulge it to you. I want to be with you so that I can die every time you part from me and be resurrected like another Lazarus, every time you return to a bosom made just for you.
