Love, is horizon,
always there. Life, is a road...
Where we kiss each other
we are two faces...
There is something inside my
body that makes my bones...
(…and now,
there are colours...
Love to me has never felt real. Rather a lie that...
Until you...
You have the key to my heart
You open my heart with the key...
The dark moves on a quiet night.
Every shadow holds a candle, bright...
Complete me you do
because I am nothing and...
Should twenty more of you and all the same
Proclaim that they are you and you for me...
Should I inform these pages of our bed?
Could words have words for what is most unsaid...
My lady is the moon upon my night;
The dark is far less dark around her eye...
I wonder which will greet me when I die;
The arch of angels or the scorching pit...