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