• The sounds around you are like roads to your soul...
    The dreams you love are images of what you are...
    Your eyes are like mirrors,
    That reflects the passion of your being...
    Your lips are like portals,
    That guide me to another universe...
    The lines of your body are sinuous ways,
    That guide my steps to your love...
    Your strong hands are guns,
    Are torments of mine that guide me to insanity...
    My heart that beats fast for you,
    Screams, begs for your name, your voice, your smell...
    My legs that weaken when I think of that smile of yours...
    Are weaknesses of the wall against your love...
    The dreams that torment me,
    Are thoughts of yours, are desires of ours...
    Are illusions of my love, desire and pleasure...
    Are tastes of my old wings...
    Are passions of old loves...
    Are wounds of old pains...
    Memories of old battles...