Stone Jesus
The city gave me his spirit.
Fragile but wild,
grasping all my energy in lust leaves,
long dark creepers
devouring my senses.
Voluptuous lips tasting of maracuja,
dark alleys and noble structures
defying the green lush ...
an ending with a troubling outcry
a feast for her senses.
I'm the king of the favelas
I never dared to visit...
She brings down the sky
with thousands of lights
but another one
haunts my dreams
I must remain cold...
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