We could... and why not?
It occurs to me that maybe...
if we tried not to be you or me
always looking back. ..
why not play
each one another role
let's see if in another skin
we dream again...
Because, my love,
I prefer the abyss
to more of the same,
more of the same,
more of the same...
again.
We could... and why not?
You, debut in a brothel,
I, mutate into a perverse gigolo
that gives you no quarter... .
And, making love to you
through Paris tahúr,
you will be my belle of jour
with heartbreak...
We could... and why not?
you, be an empress
me, the driver driving your landau,
it drags you into a bad situation...
And, making love to you
through a Viennese garden,
I will be your Orient Express,
flangeless and steam...

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