This flowing afternoon has taken my everything. 

I am the decaying snowman now. 

I have seen women with so many clothes, 

the clothes of fire, the clothes of platonic hysteria, the clothes of gargantuan sex, 

the clothes of independent flamingos. 

And that has made me lonely in a man’s world. 

This way in a drop of my brown eyelashes, this afternoon will give away to a defaming evening…

then a poaching night, 

then a panic attack of everything…all at once. 

My flowers have started dying along the country road, 

I am the snowman…I can only show you the love in times of massless snows…

But you see… there’s only tropical rainforests in my lungs, 

I dream of a woman and I can’t get snows.