To be... To be...
Maybe for this blind man, your prism is the remedy,
It is enough to know the notes that make up your arpeggios,
It may be that walking around you kills me with heat,< br/>If I am a little bird, a simple little bird, that is getting closer to the sun.
Your kisses may make me delirious,
And your lips are usually the best place to be , to be.
To be, to be.
I promise to kiss every mole that makes room on your body,
Lose count and start again.
Enjoy and wish you, reflect this game,
Roll the dice and try something new.
I can swear to never forget that we were wind,
That we were mountains, we were sea, we were sky.
Get to that place where lay my foundations,
Make us life and stop telling stories.
Your kisses may make me delirious,
And your lips are usually the best place to be, to be.
To be, to be.
Like a blanket, a pillow in your kisses,
Rest from these intense days,
The best place to redeem myself, there is no doubt that…
Your kisses may make me delirious,
And your lips are usually the best place to be, to be.
To be, to be.
Your kisses may make me delirious,
And your lips are usually the best place to be, to be.
To be, to be.

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