What was it
A dense vigor nothing
Perhaps a wind of hoarse prayer
Underground the eyes bit the fire
Of a Northern Lights mane
In the rust of hair
Acacias with a thousand leaves
Long shoulders of feathered birds
Which wet lips river clays
With mallow sweat and forest honey
Swelled in the skin
Veins of red paths
Among the tall grasses of sleep
Fresh breath of immature gazelles
I breathed in my legs
Rapid descents into my throat
Water of saliva and foam
Long colt's neck
Like a lightning tear of cedar
From my forehead I wiped
Save me
And free me
Give me back
Hands and soul
/>What are you going to do 
Feed me
And quench my thirst
Leave me
The minds and the soul
What was it
A naked vibration
Perhaps a calm black innocence
Of twilight palm blades
My arms of dark amber bark
They became my nerves
Antennas shaken by shamans
Slender tendons of deer branches
To see the thoughts swarms
Of locusts dreams of air the fists
They clenched against the sides
Caimans under the silt
Down in the green lizard's sex
/>Ebony thighs feet like crabs
Who fled tides
And snapped the ankles
On the rhinoceros earth
Whole soul of the world
They planted themselves mystical mystery
Roots of nostalgia
Save me
And free me
Give me back
The minds and the soul
What will you talk about
Feed me
And quench my thirst
/>Leave me
Your hands and your soul
And I left my African girl

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