Aguas claras de Olimpos

Clear waters of Olimpos

that the demi-goddess keeps

and the horses of the day, her property

the horses of the day: they sweat suddenly in front of me

trembling of races.




As along the fire.


Like along the fire, the huge lucifers of the nightsky, those stars, idiots

they have shouted all night long tempting the round hills



...how can I do to stop this valley of holes climbing all over me?



After the long-long journey

after crossing the storm-storm

all that stayed are useless shades and sea trash.





Oh, clear waters of Olimpos, those where that demi-goddess washes her vaginal fog

as along the fire.


Waters which are urinated by these horzes of the day (did I tell you they are her property?)




They sweat, suddenly

in front of me



trembling of races, covering her whitened majesty in cum

Dana: demi-goddess and heroine, she's penetrated in the ritualistic morning dew

the horrid horzes laugh: blood and muscles

stretched tendons and wet cavities

the horzes-the demi.goddess / the demi.goddess-the horzes



Aaah, useless shadows of this park

will you stop growing one day?



Will you stop giving me your fractured milk in this valley of thunders?




Useless shadows of this park

those I called, they didn't appear

except their deafening silence.





Clear waters of Olimpos

reflecting now those crucified beasts on its shores



there, where the demi-goddess washes her anal residue


I watch them, like someone who doesn't watch

their muscular elasticity offend the sun


 Dana caresses the equine testicles under an araucaria




where am I?