Love Is A Clash Of Lightnings

In The Distance Someone Is Singing.

Love Is The Mystery Of Water And A Star.

I Like On The Table, When We're Speaking, The Light Of A Bottle Of Intelligent Wine.

It Is Not So Much Light That Falls Over The World Extended By Your Body Its Suffocating Snow, As Brightness, Pouring Itself Out Of You, As If You Were Burning Inside. Under Your Skin The Moon Is Alive.

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.