EROTIKOS LOGOS
There is a certain class of vain men, who despise ordinary things yet they get fixated on distant things,
hopelessly pursuing the thin air.
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Rose of fate, you looked for ways to wound us
but you bend like the secret to be redeemed
and the command you chose to give us was beautiful
and your smile was like a ready sword.
Your circle’s ascent brought the world to life
a path’s deep thought emerged from your thorn
our urge dawned sweet and naked to possess you
the world was easy; a simple heartbeat.
Libros Libertad 