Of the matador, yellow teardrops, with scum in her pussy an eye-ball.
The last time I saw, his fingers of my lover, an eye-ball in crimson.
The dream have been dreamed it is said, the mouth lost the words to speak, in the sky an eye-ball.
The one had gone, the rest carried a coffin, three eye-balls did.
After taking a bath, tepid water in his rice bowl was left, drink it drink an eye-ball.