Summertime in Malibu
Laying on the bed completely naked,
Watching the moon and drinking my Martini,
How I wish to have you at this moment, my summertime.
Without change anything except our bodies,
Our lips, our way of standing by one soul,
Hoping for a unseen love so beautiful, so pebbly off,
For a night and a day I can fall into these mountainous thoughts, and carry myself away into this nothingness
As they say it...
Ah, where are you, summertime? Where?
Under the widen edge of my bed, transfixed by more
Revelation, to your eyes closed, where the spirit
Wept in the darkness, telling me I am so unappeasable
To be carried without wonder?
No tears came from my eyes: the lovely flood of living,
When I froze the tranquil wave of the waiting
Pain of this imperial love that he had given
From inside me, I closed my legs --Oop!
My eyes and I go to sleep.