It was a quiet moment
detached from time.
Your quiet looking
lightened in my sea.
I was debuting
in an out,
and your spring
made me tremble.
It was a far sky
and a hot earth,
a blow of wind,
an april rain;
a new dress
that wraps and kisses,
that caresses and doesn't weight
and lets you fake.
Midnight in my mind
from all the centuries,
noon in your soul
yelling for warmth,
an infinite house,
a piece of glory.
That's how our story was,
that's how our love was.
And a white music
that flew over the sand.
A volcano in the veins
of pleasure and pain.
And an infinite house,
and a piece of glory.
And that's how our story was,
that's how our love was.