Opium

Opium, desire or will?

Inspiration bound from an elegant seed

Subversion, through smoke I foresee

Erotic motions of lesser gods in ectasy

Opium, bring me forth another dream

Spawn worlds of flesh and red,

Little jewels of atrocity

Opium, I sleep in debauchery

And burn with you

When you burn in me

Opium, we fantasize

As we fuse with your root

You are a strange flower,

We are your strangest fruit

Opium, it burns in me and you

Opium, it burns for me and for you

’por isso eu tomo ópio. é um remédio.

Sou um convalescente do momento.

Moro no rés do ch?o do pensamento

E ver passar a vida faz-me tédio.’

Fernando pessoa/álvaro de campos: opiário