Dance on Pleasure
I'm still dancing on red plastic;The Moon is so generous,
To offer her goblet to me.
I don't try to let myself go;
The repression is too dishonest when,
I summon my blue nature.
Sometimes,
It's easy to set the desires free,
In order to get a good communion with the earth;
The pleasure has been rooted centuries ago,
So it's not new that our psalms contemplate,
The purity of our flesh.
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