Hungry lips to meet yours
Feet warming at a temperature
delirium, delirium, delirium!
Fingers, lips and feet
and one whisper...
Hands that aims to skin and smell
hands that exchanging feelings
more than drops of perspiration
Hands that share joys and sorrows
Fingers, lips and feet
and one whisper...
Here the Gull's harvesting food for fueling
Here she flies alone to the other side
She lost her pack, she lost those who denied her skin
But on the other side there was another Seagull,
In the same color, the same size
and with the same destination!
So, the Universe screamed :
- It's your other side which called your name in centuries!
(Joyce Martins)
