Talk to me about birds trying to reach the fruits of the sky.
Talk to me about trees moving towards seasons' colors,
Seeding the wind, green leafs gnarled falling on founts of the earth.
Talk to me about these dreams of fire, the stormy thoughts
Blasting off like trembling stars
Too scared, too bleary
Reflection of images kept and grasped.
Look at my eyes, a request is hanging by my eyelashes
As I perne round all those unspoken words.
Fortunes of gold and stone carving our paths,
Turning time to hours of the dawn.
Take blue to form your sea of dreams
And let me swim inside her, drinking her salt
Like a lost boat, a desperate castaway.
Take red to explode passion on my body
Like a thirst I could never satisfy.
Even if floating volcano lava lead us astray
This condemnation will be the last drop of rain
In a dry, arid desert.
And when the night falls on your senses
Take the light of the moon to fill my sleep
With silk fibres.
Until my promises embrace your agony
We'll touch the temptations and the beauty of the world.
Until my silence becomes your voice
We'll fill with prayers our reflections.
Until we find one another again
We'll search through lives and souls
Different names and eyes,
Passing from hell to heaven
Until I find you again.
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