In pleasures and suggestions,
insolence has no place.
How far is the skin capable of resisting
so many sensations and emotions?
And how far are we capable of believing?
Perhaps it is true, no one is as alone as we thinks ...
or as accompanied as we wishes, however ...
the subtle limit of loneliness and company
is what we ourselves are warning...
creating... manifesting...
"That night I wanted
your hands drawing on my back,
the emotions that you feeled
when you looked at me...
How you burned my mouth
with your sweet kisses,
and how you tied my waist
with your body.
I wanted a moon only ours,
and be the owner
as long as I wanted.
I melted into your aroma,
I got lost in your deep eyes
at the right time...
at that moment when the bodies faded"
