What I Want To Tell You
Among The Folds Of The Time
And The Space That Oppresses Me
With The Night That Invades Me In Silent Torment
Is A Worda Word Whispered In The Wind
What I Ask To The Night Is
A Moonlighted Path
That Can Bring Me To You
What I Would Like To Feel
In The Morning Of This
Spring That Doesn’t Heat Me
Only One Of Your Kisses
One Caress Of Yours
But Tonight Fear Has Overthrown Me
And Is Submerging Me As Billows
Of Fiery Lava That Suffocates Me
Leaving Me Trembling
Only To Invoke In Vane Your Name