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 tomo ópio, é um remédio.
Sou um convalescente do momento.
Moro no rés do chão do pensamento.
E ver passar a vida faz-me tédio...

Ívaro Campos, Fernando Pessoa in "Opiário"

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