I don't give a damn
if women's breasts are like magnolias
or like dried figs;
a complexion like a peach
or like sandpaper.
I give a importance equal to zero
to whether they awake with an aphrodisiac breath
or a breath like insecticide.
I am perfectly capable of bearing a nose
that would take first prize at a carrot show;
but one thing is for sure!
and in this I am intransigent.
Under no pretext whatsoever will I forgive them
for not knowing how to fly.
(for A friend)