That embrace that we both do when we say hello,
that kiss that escapes from me when we meet.
It smells like danger to be with you,
there is something between the two us,
a way of feeling that is not that of friends.
Those times when we talk avoiding glances,
that we think, that people are blind
that finally we fool them,
It smells like danger to talk to you
Because we forget that some time ago
each one already had a nest.
It smells like danger the simple fact of getting near you
to chat with the excuse that I have something to tell you
a wrong step and nothing, no longer, will stop us,
it smells like danger that desire that is hidden in our eyes,
the atrocious fire of a desperate passion,
that impetuous disquietude with the delayed hunger,
smells like danger.