And you don't know what I would give,
to discover your nakedness,
to paint with my hands the mist
of your skin, an upside down canvas.
I want to be your eternal lover,
that whisper in the half-light,
where silence becomes fire
and passion dazzles my soul.
That name that entangles
on my lips, softly,
inhabits the silent shadow
of your dreams, latent ardour.
It is a desire that burns,
like the sun that hurts at dawn,
like the echo of an ancient verse
that does not dare to be reborn.