If I could to paint today life I would paint morning, with a breath of spring I would draw a luminous smile for the soul on the lips of your love. I would seal a little smell lilac among the laughter of falling flowery roses and then feed every little madness with dew strawberry dew and lying fatefulness. If I draw dreams today I would like to stay imperceptible breath to follow your body as a ghostly omen, a thirst-filled thrill of the skin. And then to come to your dream as a return to the womb of ours, and meet your fingers with lip care, and sink deeply losing in thirst. If I could paint today life, I would like to burn in the urge of passion to dissolve in powder laying an ethereal gentle essence on the body with the colors of the flame.