I am a wolf with seven eyes, br wandering a desert made of cinnamon. br I want to marry God. br br br God is a delicious mystery, br like the beautiful descent br of the stars, like the holy body br of sadness, like a tiger crying br in the winter night. br br br In my dreams, God is br sometimes a Mercedes Benz, br sometimes a Rolls-Royce. br br br After we marry, I will br turn God into a dove. br That way, no one br will ever find her.