So many things pass through my mind, how will you be, how will your face be, the smile on your face, the radiance of your silhouette, the blush of your cheeks, the coming and going of your body, the whisper of your dreams, every word and every laugh, the color of your eyes when I stare at you and your angelic voice when you pronounce my name.
I imagine spending many hours with you, of stealing a kiss in front of many people, of making you laugh when you are desolate and tired, of being content every time you feel full of impotence, of giving yourself a flower every February 14, of taking you a serenade for you to appear at the door of your house, to fly high next to you when we become spouses.
I want to always be with you, just imagining that you are dying for me, that I need you in all the hours of every day, of the nights and of the early nights of insomnia, you put my mind crazy and a rough imagination, I would like to feel you talking to me and my bright eyes, when I'm watching your radiant guitar body.
ALL THIS IS WHAT I IMAGINE FOR YOU BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, I DO NOT KNOW WHEN YOU WILL BE CROSSED BY MY WAY, OR WHAT TIME OR IN WHICH PLACE OF THE EARTH, I HOPE IT IS ON THE MOON SO THAT ALL NIGHTS MY THOUGHTS ARE FOR IT, IT AND FOR YOU, AS ONLY I AM IMAGINING I WAIT SOON, MY EYES SEE YOU TOGETHER WITH ME.
