Body touches.

When the lights went off in my head,
there's when desire started to wake...
A small movement of my hand went down,
and my fingertips brushed my abdominal skin,
going between my breasts until I reached my belly button,
going down, down, down...

I loved the way you carried me,
you hold me like a defenseless child,
a pretty girl that wants to be saved from what in her mind makes her cry.
A small lift: "You're not heavy".
I became the pink princess.

Too sparky, too lovely, too happy...
Going around and still my lips expecting to be touched,
but those things are never said.
Sh, sh... Wake up girl!
Twisted mind.
so again I'm between some arms,
...
when you don't think, you start to act.
Delicately and slowly, because when you move fast, the prey notices and is scared away.
At least is what they say.

The hair on my face,
my arms around your neck,
your intense breathing on my ears,
and my sleep resting on your shoulder.
Fantasies are an interesting matter,
How do you act when they are realized?
How's the move?
How's the touch?

When you are submerged in a world without speech,
you're only left with your senses,
how did we forgot that we posses them?
Expectation, emotion and adrenaline.
Have you ever taste?
How did your tongue answered?
Stop speaking with your mind,
soul or heart...
Let''s be reduce to our basics.

Don't stare too much, I don't want to lose your sight, to stare those beautiful eyes.

Let me hear a lasting beat.

The outer look, the staring from behind, a mutating disease, a lost love, a trembling walk, a rough science, heavy conscious, the hunter, the blessed child, my heart beating, all the things I've never done, all the things I said... what I said and what I didn't said, with all the pain, the revolt, the outer state of mind... you standing by, you're resting from all, you're leaving all.

You are, you are... you're absolutely everything, everything I love.

Jumpers and runners.

Y a pensar, yo no tuve... jamás...

Y los acordes pasan; las palabras y el rasgeo que llega a mis oídos y me punzan en el pecho.

Canto, canto... no, no.

Sin siquiera ver, ya no estoy, no más.

Situaciones intensas que no puedo desistir; permítame, disculpeme en mi explicar por que no me sé guiar, sólo sé que algo no anda bien; no sé esperar...

Todo lo que no pude.

El cosquilleo tibio en la nariz, trago amargo y mi cabeza se hunde más en el papel.

"Siempre soy lo claro entre los dos".

Te digo para recordar, suspiro para no sopesar.

Cuando la puerta se cerró a su espalda y ella no lo pudo notar.