Give me bursting energy, so I may thrive,
With verve, vim, pep & zest, I shall
survive,
Of fertile earth & root, fresh new
thrusting,
From dark shadow, serpent´s skin, dry
busting.
No dull grey mists want I, of sad & banal
shade,
No long dark nights, where one must feel afraid,
Pray, do not give me breeze, of sapid soft incline,
Just send me gales of wind that dance &
wind.
I want no lupine blue; just give me crimson
red,
Of scarlet blood, throbbing within drunken head,
I want the hot stamping, ranting & flamenco
feet,
I want to feel, in your loving, the earth´s
music beat.
I need to feel the paprika breath of the dragon´s
ire,
Of heated passions charred, within our raged
desire,
Not the calm, but old storms spitting, in saliva´s
rage,
Give me beasts out prowling, not interred in
cage.
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