I can not stop seeing you
scratching the silence with your eyes
trying to say something that the words
They would never have said better.
That look
it was the summary of the night perched in your eyes
with its rain, its wind and your fear of the sea
and that dream that I told you.
I can not stop seeing you
describing a star discovered by me
in your erotic constellation
that does not fit in the maps of the sky.
Your hand drawing in the air
I was able to put colors
to the empty space that filled
with the light of the bright star.
Take good care of your stars, woman
take good care of your stars,
Take good care of your stars, woman
Take good care of your stars.
Take good care of your stars, woman.
I can not stop saying
that there are perfect languages ??to discover
and that are often forgotten
in the tedium of time
and you have to look for them,
because the boats and the stones
they have better alphabet
to show that they are beautiful simply
without words or schemes.
I can not stop saying
that this sad song by your side obscures
that this may be the last mystery
that your eyes will be born from my hands,
it's late maybe for me
and Cain has marked me on the forehead
but I want to alert you of a great danger
and I would like to light this phrase in your mind.
Take good care of your stars, woman
Take good care of your stars
Take good care of your stars, woman
and never lose them.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)