WHAT MATTERS FOR ME.
It is not important for me that so far away you could be of my, not that so much could be the difference that marks this distance. It is important to me only what my heart cries out every day and what asks for my body me.? I leave myself to take for what my eyes gasp, that is to look quite with all your brilliance of nice woman, to see the light of your eyes to shine, what mas desire is to touch itself, to feel the heat of your body, to breathe your woman's aroma, oir your voice and to allow that my lips should kiss yours, and to fuse my soul with your presence.
I perceive you and longing to look ... these in my thoughts ... for all these instants in which you turn out to be drawn in the air that I breathe, in the aroma of the wild flowers, in the singing of the creek danzarino that boisterous goes down for the mountain opening ways, in the dew that covers with his hoar-frosts the mirrors of my window.
I look at your eyes and discover because the sky is illuminated in getting dark when the shades dress her in grey while I wait in the corners to meet to happen, minutes and made hours alone moments …
And so simple as extraordinary, your to walk of adored queen, I see you, it is as if the Sun was born … from deep mas of my soul
