Black dress, loose hair and a wall that keeps secrets ... 💘 #chat "Mimosa wandering to the surface until you find the point where you can reap the fruit that will not be eaten but fruited until the warm juice is exhausted and it leaves you, flabby, but rolling the drool of delights that fruit and mouth allows themselves. In all, in you, the rigid but varying stalk of enjoyment when confined to the limited space that offers its volume and jet passionate, how can you become, so open, reciprocated sky and grave? , Enough, enough to drink, to kill me, and, in death, to live me. Wandering Mouth Mimosa (Carlos Drummond de Andrade) 📖✨
