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Fetixista

Voldria que la setmana se′m fes curta com l'estiu i el finde llarg com un dia sense pa.
Però la vida camina sense mirar i los quatre ratos sempre se fan de rogar.
Voldria poder-te follar mil i una nits seguides, i a la mil dos no descansar.
Voldria tindre′t tan a prop que la respiració assistida fos lo pa de cada dia al despertar.
Voldria no haver de somniar que t'he vist fent la migdiada i no t'he pogut agafar.
Voldria poder-te estimar sense cables intermediaris ni missatges al mòbil pa sobar.

Però ara sóc un fetitxista,
Que te fot les bragues brutes i els sostens.
I com un mono se masturba
Olorant reminiscències del teu ses.

Voldria poder-te arrancar lo cor d′una revinzellada i així sempre portar-te sempre a la mà.
Voldria poder-me esnifar los teus cabells de matinada i rebre amb un bon polvo l′endemà.
Voldria poder-me menjar la verda de la teua mirada, l'herba que em col·loca ans de sobar.

Però ara sóc un fetitxista,
Que te fot les bragues brutes i els sostens.
I com un mono se masturba
Olorant reminiscències del teu ses.

Fetish

I wish the week would pass by as quickly as summer and the weekend last as long as a day without bread.
But life goes on without looking back, and those few special moments always seem to pass too quickly.
I wish I could make love to you a thousand and one nights in a row, and on the thousand and second night, never want to rest.
I wish I could hold you so close that artificial respiration would be my daily bread upon waking.
I wish I didn't have to dream that I saw you taking a nap and couldn't take you.
I wish I could love you without intermediate connections or messages on my phone to soothe me.

But now I am a fetishist,
Who makes you dirty panties and bras.
And like a monkey, masturbates,
Smelling the remnants of your sex.

I wish I could tear your heart out with a vengeance and carry it in my hand forever.
I wish I could snort your hair in the morning and receive a good lay the next day.
I wish I could eat the green of your gaze, the grass that gets me high before I sleep.

But now I am a fetishist,
Who makes you dirty panties and bras.
And like a monkey, masturbates,
Smelling the remnants of your sex.