For my Mistress. Mistress of these treacherous dreams, always true. Oh, mistress of these animals, mistress of your ideals. Through the streets where you walk, where you command us all, we are always messengers awaiting your voice. Your desires, an order. Nothing is ever, never is no, because you have this certainty within your heart. A knock at the door, no need to see who it is to feel the impatience of your womanly pulse. A look throws me onto the bed, a kiss makes me love. I don't get up, I don't hide, because I know you are my mistress.