I see you walking on the leftside of the roadBut left is rightthe other way yougoAnd I know, you know more or less than meYour face be but a blurunles..
This is what I have for you,I believe it is everything...a womancan want or need from a mandesperate for your happiness,that in the depths of dark mys..
The prisoner rests..mistaken by a thousandmorals,depleted of proof prevailingAll his hope exchangedfor whimsical conceptions And burning doesn't burn ..
May I claim thatbeauty differsfromsex...For one is feeling,sensualorfierceThe other is hidden or revealed according to whatappealsSo one feels whatit ..