L'odore [English translation]

it was a wake

path suddenly

without certainties,

without caution

in 'sniff

instinct and wonder,

in a growing

that 's illegal.

Perhaps the wait

We saw quite alone,

perhaps in the world

we did not know to be

so far

to expect more.

So cautious,

so far,

so careful.

You are sound, the words

any certainty lost in your scent.

We are hostages of a love

Exploding rough

of instinct and sweat.

It was a flash

exploded in a second

to illuminate a reflection,

when you were afraid

throughout the entire light,

iridescence

of sadness.

Probably

dropping

dead weight

before thee

I would definitely

allowed the visual

on my Disposals

about my torment,

on my pieces.

But I want you

You slowly slide inside me,

but then I want

insinuating is enchanting.

But I want you

do you slowly killing me

in an uncertain compromise

between my soul and its reflection

You are sound, the words

any certainty lost in your scent.

We are hostages of a love

Exploding fragile

of instinct and sweat.

How to pet scratches

for all that you could draw,

all the networks of your smell

in the oceans that we face.

But I want you

You slowly slide inside me,

but I want you

insinuating is enchanting.

But I want you

You slowly slide inside me,

but I want you

insinuating you are charming.

But I want to ...