Sunday, 6:30 PM.
I’m laid on bed, windows open.
My smooth shirt it’s unbuttoned.
I feel the fibrose, ultra-thin cord that interconnects any being each other.
Even the Earth.
Even the suns.
Slight, nervous electricity runs down: my neck to my chest.
My torso.
I close my eyes: I can feel two energies inside myself: sexual/positive: life, creation, happiness, joy, pleasure, heat; love.
And negative: death, frustration, destruction, tedium, coldness; hate.
All this rules the planets, as well, rules us.
The hole of the penis looks, in its external border, like little vaginal lips.
The clitoris is a female penis.
Everything is related and reciprocal.
Is all the same, even in its difference.
The same energies that modulated (created?) everything, made us the same thing.
A man and a woman are the same sex.
How?: Just a different configuration.
Positive, life, yes versus negative, death, no.
It is the stuff we are made of?
Because the nature is imperfect, but insistent.
Meanwhile, the night falls: the man couldn’t eliminate the night yet!
Yet.
And is the same Moon that Julius Caesar saw, this one; for you and me.
The night falls, the connecting modulations of a world put me to sleep.
