There was a time when life, my life was a flower that bloomed from your breast. A time of light dim, faint, sweet as your eyes rested on me, as your hands caressed me gently, like velvet. I was your child, you call mom. I remember your breath on my skin, I could close my eyes and dream and every dream I was your king and you my queen dance where the fields were colored green and the most beautiful sky was covered with houses, but immense opened above us, called us up there. You were my love, call me baby.
It 's the memory of a time I never lived, but I feel inside of me. The nostalgia of an age that will never come, but that eternal lives within my heart, devouring endless. Can I lie down on my bed at night sadder every night, and imagine you here with me, climb the clouds and then fall, with the full weight of my body, in the darkest solitude. There's a tear that no one can see in my eyes, grows in the shade and drown my every word, every gesture of mine: the need I have of you.
