Your silhouette is a flame
naked against the window,
the thirst for fire that flows through you
clouds the sun behind you...
Your skin is a soft sparkle
on an ocean of mirrors
burning like your desire
of paradises like hells.
Naked light
against light,
light against light,
it's your body,
light against light...
The incandescence of the landscape
it doesn't know how to dazzle you,
but you don't give in, faithful lover,
to gold of the end of the afternoon
Dead with jealousy I head
to your window of deliriums,
but, when I touch you, you are already gone
flying on a mirage...

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