white is her clothes that joins her skin of sublime color to her look of sweetness that excites passions.

white is the destiny that devours the shadows of my soul

that tramples my desires and burns my wishes

cause the grass between my feet turns to deadly thorns

that pierce my pride and the desire to live

every time my steps advance, the blood runs through the ground

the same color as your lips

of the color that I want to taste

wounded about to die I cry out in a sigh

for crossing the infinite with my hand

to feel the soft warmth of your soul

  in the light of a new life.