I have my Saturn in Ophiuchus. I need to find time to go out for a night hunt of fireflies, to chew a dozen fireflies, to short-circuit them with a gay firefly's centric, to call my friend the sacred prostitute from Ioannina to send me frog-legged, to find a rooster from an immigrant in the historic center, to pick him out, to have the despair accumulated in his leash... I want a rope made by a Mount Athos monk who plays with God (this is very easy: I have many connections in the invisible world, because I have been involved in real estate since I was a child), and wrap all these in a monokini of a twelve-year-old virgin, rubbed with water slides, make it a braid and put it in the microwave! It will take me three minutes, strictly measured, and I will have to chant Hebrew curses in German! You apply the miraculous ointment on your cheeks with two crocuses from golden eggs and you go to the terrace, twelve-thirty at night, for magnetic moon therapy in the moon's loss.