O tacto, meu gran abandonado
Insípido, inodoro, cego e xordo
Envolve a máis poderosas das enerxías
Tócanme uns dedos
Roza a miña perna espida
O cabelo dunha melena
Ourízanseme os pelos dos brazos
Medra en min esa forza no querer
Vóltase necesidade, isólome no degoiro
Non o deixo converterse en urxencia
Constrúo un universo
Onde escasez é fortaleza
E sigo comigo, ascetándome
Co meu sexto sentido
Intacto
The touch
Touch, my great forsaken
Tasteless, odorless, blind and deaf
It involves the most powerful of energies
Some fingers touch me
The hair of a mane
Brushes against my bare leg
My arms hair bristles
That strength in wanting grows in me
Becomes a necessity, isolates me in yearning
I don't let it become an emergency
I build a universe
Where scarcity is strength
And I'm still with me, ascetic
My sixth sense
Intact
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