NOT' IF STATE If I'm lost in your eyes with one hand and
I touched heaven
was not a matter of chance.
If for some 'you I've become and constantly
forever my lady was not a matter of chance. If you did
a miracle in me and made me feel alive and real
was not a matter of chance.
If love hath begotten us again and we saw
again the light was not a matter of chance. And even when
you wake up in several years with his head on my chest in the mouth with a smile
know that love was not by chance but thanks
your great patience.
Never stop appearance of things.
SOUL OF GRANITE bare hands dug
your words in my soul, I felt your fingers
penetrate a layer of hard granite,
you hurt in your hands but you did not
surrendered,
have worked day and night because you knew
that under that layer
'd find, and land softer
still under your treasure is,
made of gems sparkling
colorful, rare and beautiful, you will know that
embed in your empty soul.
Now we are one, soul shining with its light of joy.
cover you with kisses your hands to heal them, I will go down too
scars,
and the heat of our love ...
.... will always be summer.
