Challenge in the cup that murderer
steal a kiss in the investiture warp,
nonsense in my mouth that is suicidal,
It brings me closer to adventure without dogma.
..
The mineral cup of noble wine
that intoxicates my desires as a woman,
dominant drink that became
and intoxicates the divine in pleasure.

Defiance in the rules of love
It already pierces my bed with its skin.
Defiance in forms without fear
because I am from the honeycomb the sweet honey.

Well yes, I beat out of tune
domains that aspire to your love,
the strong folly that dwelling
in the soul it is encouraged to flourish.