Today I’m just thinking of the lines of a face,
A Cretan goddess,
Of an open and wild island,
Just three waving curls caressing your sand cheeks.
An endless loss…
Where the time became eyes glancing at me,
Straight to me!
Look at me!
Turn your neck and let the light dazzle,
Stealth my will making up those shadows of golden contrasts,
I just want to be I-me-myself,
Let me reach the night out at your secret beach, intimate,
Let me be reborn with the rhythm of a holy kiss.
Leave me, I’m just a man,
Stop glancing at me, not anymore,
The vibration of your memories became huge, vast,
I’m just a man,
My capacity to bear the pain of the absence of your beauty is broken,
I feel sorry for myself,
But I’m just a man.
I die once,
When I would, every night, every day,
Like the tongues of water and salt that ends on your skin,
Jealous of the sea,
Jealous of the air that shapes you,
I’m just a man of an ending time and space,
I’m sorry to be what I am …