The secret to find is closed in us
The treasure shines here, cradling the heart
But it is hidden in the words and in ardent hands
In the sweetness of the cry, in hot caresses
In the bright blue of the air a seagull
In the white sea of sonorous foam
Curious peeks at the sails colour pink
In search of our treasure
The breath plays like a gazelle
On all the white and the street of Gold
Curious peeks at the slit in the window
In search of our treasure
Moon shining white in the morning
On the market for melons of gold
Curious peeking at the houses colour pink
In search of our treasure