Almost on the sidelines, away from the long waves of the lake, playing with the mind in the solitude of thought, the heartbeat gave me anxiety of purgatory. You were there, a little far to walk barefoot on the arena, misleading joy, you watched, dressed in white, with delicate hips, her hair wavy and free, an attractive body shape and then the sly and shy smile that I can not resist. Small steps were coming towards me. I understood immediately that this your "game light" would take me, your eyes dark and deep, calm silence as I spoke. How many times have we canceled and then found, mixed with screams nonsense right words, feelings trampled and consumed.
stubborn, we ran with my eyes closed, we were deaf to the poetry of life, float in the air when the window was fresh air ..
Getaway and returns, how many times in the maze of life, you were my breadcrumb trail.
Today wrinkles on the face ply different seasons of age, Theseus has made promises and then how many times I gave up on Naxos, the island of solitude and you playing with light wings with the distant horizon you've always been able to fly, to distinguish the rainbow by a colorful kite.
I envy your passion to love, this desire to be daring, you know to be free, anyone can own, stop, or dreams or illusions. You are the happy time of dawn a night of love, you live and free in you I find myself there. Modest, tender, bold and blasphemous, sin and innocence, what really hide in the drapery of your heart? You're the apple tart, is it you smell the blood of a woman, you're wild and refined flavors to life. When tenderness support with my head on your belly, listen to your silence, your fire slowly speaks to my desire, consumption and in those moments I know who you are, I recognize you.
