my fingers are lost in the fascination to travel your soft and fine skin

my kisses stop at the sweet aroma of yours

and my sighs are accompanied by dreams thrown up high

thrown to the stars that shine like your beautiful brown eyes

my hands caress you with movements of love

with the feeling that only lovers have

the symphony of a harmonious landscape among the trees and the birds' nests

it is the illusion of a heart that beats tenderly for a yes from your gaze

for a word from your soul to tell me what your heart sings

I’m still in the contrast of a coming and going

between the cold waters and the gentle warm breeze of a deep breath.