give me the power to endure
the wind that’s blowing from the oceans
its colors mixing earth and sky
with magical, erotic potions.
give me the power to surrender
to violent, burning rain of kisses
under forgotten constellations
to understand what your soul misses.
finally now when I’m leaving,
give me the power to survive
the pain of Mary Magdalene
in the three days of agony
before the playing of last scene.
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