That moment,
when your steps are heard in the stairway,
drives me crazy,
my blood boils and my pulse accelerates.
And I imagine the moisture
of your, so long waited for, breath,
and makes me tremble to know
the way I am going to get you.
That moment
that I consider mine, in such a selfish way.
That moment,
where expressions and words come to an end,
when your hands
settle in the fever of my time,
That moment,
I don't think it can be described,
it is laughter, weeping,
full life, a way to die...
That moment,
I consider you, in such a selfish way, mine.
That moment,
I always wait for it each day at dusk,
I look at the door,
that space where you are going to appear.
That moment
I consider you, in such a selfish way, mine.
That moment,
I always wait for it each day at dusk,
I look at the door,
that space where you are going to show up.
That moment
I consider you, in such a selfish way, mine
mine, mine...