The females that live in me. Anthropomorphic and zoomorphic hybrids. Celebration of my universe. My fantasies. My wild magic. My bestiary. My quaternity. Complementary and opposite, whole, and perfect. It goes to different directions and keeps me standing. The mare of the flatlands. The one that was pierced by a lightning, the tamed one who rebelled and broke the brake. She caresses the wind. The oceanid. Slippery, wet, it sinks. She makes love floating. Lost in my subconscious, blindly advances in the darkness. The beast of the jungle. The predator. The one that shows her teeth and tears up muscles. The spirit that protects me. The cave in the mountain. The rivers run underground, the rituals and myths are transmitted. Sacred place of communion. Mother cave. She expands the tunnel and opens the lips. It spits me from the center of the earth.
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