My Unsatisfied Beast

In me there is a Swede who does it very well, an oriental who is always correct and helpful, a couple of twins who play games of distraction and a few shameful ones who hide with skill and, from time to time, spring up.

 

A fragile, fearful and immobile bunny, the most controlled and eunuch being, a questionable axiom and a silent cripple who, at times, bursts and rises as the biggest feline whore in this universe, without recessions, conscience or respect.

 

In me there coexist a multitude of faces, hard and soft, that behind their skin protect a small Unsatisfied Beast, or perhaps not so small, that demands to leave its hiding place and never return.

 

An exhibitionist Beast, with a nudist language and without shame, which here dumps its content, without a filter, and warns that only those who have visited lands far from the sane area and know how to balance with one foot on tiptoe on the ground enter, the rest in the sky and fly.

 

If you are one of them read me, if not better let it run.