Como un beso de película,no real,pero aún abruma y atrae la lujuria,me convierte en placer y un conocedor del amor.

The dreams are escape forthe fearful and sensitive heartswho wanted to seize the dayand catch the butterflywithout killing it between the palms.

The two of us,two lost keys of the different doors,once strangers and now a souvenir of pain.

Our love is like the moon,changeable through all the phasesof complete disappearance to full existence.It raises the sea up to the skyand makes the cool wind ripple its surface.Blindly sparkling it doesn’t let us see.I know I’m not the only one to love you,but your heart inquired only of me.

I'm disappearing in the nightfall,becoming one with the rocks I’m sitting on…Sinking in my own reminiscence of your smile,your lips and your smell…Not missing you, not longing for you,but grieving for the dreams that held the image ofthe darkest brown eyes.Perhaps I was your one as you called me…It is said a man can be happywith any womanbut the one he truly loves.

It is you folding me like the bellows of an accordion.I am surrendering.Only to you.And giving you the right to own me as you will.

There are no wordsthat could describehow loving of beloved feels.Nor the joy of openingarms into a hug.

Sono avvolto in te.Sciogliersi nella tua silhouettee diventare una cosa sola,uno strano contorno d'amore,che scorre con il vento.

Tens of voices announcedthe time for the prayer.In all the magnificence of the scenery,“God is the Greatest” fits flawlessly,and makes me close my eyesand murmur my supplication.

The evaporated dreamthat I would be adoredbecame my identity as the thorn is to rose.