I give you a rose. I found it on the way. I don’t know if she is naked, or if she only has one dress. No, I don’t know.
If she’s showered by summer or gets drunk in oblivion. If she was ever loved or has a hidden love.
Oh, oh, oh my love, you are the rose that give me warmth. You are the dream of my solitude, a lethargy in blue, an eclipse of the sea, but…
Oh, oh, oh my love, I am a satellite and you are my sun. A universe of mineral waters, a space made of light that only you can fill.
I give you my hands, my dropping eyelids, the deepest kiss, the one that drowns in a whimper.
I give you an autumn, a day between April and June, a ray of illusions, my naked heart.
Oh, oh, oh my love, you are the rose that give me warmth. You are the dream of my solitude, a lethargy in blue, an eclipse of the sea, but…
Oh, oh, oh my love, I am a satellite and you are my sun. A universe of mineral waters, a space made of light that only you can fill.
Oh, oh, oh my love, you are the rose that give me warmth. You are the dream of my solitude, a lethargy in blue, an eclipse of the sea, but…
Oh, oh, oh my love, I am a satellite and you are my sun. A universe of mineral waters, a space made of light that only you can fill.