The young lioness, love You jumped in front of me. He had been lurking in tension in the past. He stuck his white fangs in my face, The lioness bit me today, in the face. And suddenly around me, nature A circle was made, lasting, sometimes wider, sometimes closer, like a collection of waters. And the upward gaze gushes, rainbow cut in half, and hearing met him right next to the woodpeckers. I put my hand to my eyebrow, at the temple and chin, but the hand doesn't know them anymore. And slips into ignorance on a desert in brightness, over which I pass --s 750