Written by: Lis Lovén

Stop that laughter
( from somewhere I hear my voice )
I don´t dream of ever being sexy, then again…
( some skin tears my heart apart: the gaze: the absolutely beingness:
  something I can´t touch directly with my hands: it´s an inner sexiness )
Stop talking about her body, I saw nothing of it….
( a flavor: memories meeting in a kind of environment: and yes you were there)
If I could give you something ( lasting ) ( something more than others gave you )
( if its just my friendliness: so here you have me )
let me try to spell your name ( a rose fell into my bosom )
let me not hurt your fineness
O, let them talk ( I could understand your distrust )
And at least I give you the red silence