Fingertip Rhythm

Moonlight! Scattered in her hair, A divine moment! In which I want to whisper the sea, indecent, sweets wishes, I don't know if the pine scent will bother you, my love Because time runs an accelerating rhythm. Heart rate, fingertip rhythm, sensitivity of the cheekbones. Maybe we could try, something new Carried by the moon's changes, sail away, in a scream, well-aligned Thoughts, love, movements, unity of our souls And bodies. Lola, I don't know if the pine scent will bother you, my love And the crunching of dry twigs, my fantasies About us? come! For something to exist, it must be created. Let's create our perseverance, in time Our tenderness, because time will remember us. By that! I love you