The stranger came with very different dreams, but he saw her
as only a mirage can be seen within the heart.
He guessed a fate in her face, she sensed his cross.
It was to mix that of heaven with life below the ground and understand
that lost edenes are always found by chance.
Suddenly, facing each other, not knowing what they feel.
Paradise without a snake, do not look for it, there are not any.
There are no forbidden fruits, but mouths that close.
And that love, so quiet, so secret and so counted,
so two and so of no one, so pure and sinful,
so stealthy and murmured, so without God's forgiveness.
And that story without spotlights or witnesses,
so of enemy dreams, so possible and so chimera,
so of nights without frontiers, of innocence and penance,
of a love for yes.
Two loners giving the world their unreason of being.
And that eagerness to be together against all, without hell and without treasure,
without prizes, without punishments, without which I will be with you,
with a gold ring hidden in a drawer.
And that love so free and captivated, so light and dim,
so clean and dangerous that he does not shut up or lie,
so what will people say, tree of good and evil.
Two loners giving the world their unreason of being.