She

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