Kiss and skin

Nothing to do with the evil,
it can’t be compared with the fog.
There is something strange that I want to discover,
as if a magnetic mystery was about.

When I see her something is unhinged in me,
and I think that my eyes lie,
but if I lose her I only think about dying.

It would be easier to switch off the moon
with a piece of the sun
that has in her eyes my insatiable ardor.

Nothing to do with God,
you can’t compared mirror and light with kiss and skin.
It is useless to imagine the voice of her heart
if I can’t reach it with a song.