this my swarthy skin
tells a lot of stories about my dissident.
i have the suzerainty,
to build up my mobility,
beyond human expectation,
with a great determination.
on this wedding morning
i have prepared a home
in my heart to keep my docent bride;
i have prepared a Lipizzaner that we
take us to the land of misanthrope.
i want to keep my bosom,
far away from the scorching sun
so that she can be the mother of my neonate,
all this are just a little man imagination, because am a misogynist..
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