I am chasing you away from my thoughts.
You are again boldly entering like a ghost.
Langhorne hung in the air.
I wanted to see you.
What should I do with this strong flour?
With this addiction, love?
Boredom eats me inside.
Tomorrow take me with you.
As I lay on the floor anticipating your answer.
Can we make love for each other?
You make me fly to heaven,
On balloons in a red dress.
Blow the wind in the direction of my sails.
Read my matrix without difficulty.
You have no equal below the atmosphere.
Your everywhere becomes a favourite.
Rumours reach my ears.
Even when you rest in peace.
Your love become an impeachment
Tattoo tears in my skin