you come to me like the brightest star in the night of the full moon like a caress on my inert body

you come when the cold of absent summer

it has dried up my desire to love

you come with the good girl smile with your throbbing breasts

of lust, with lips eager for burning kisses

you come discovering your body and your soul

in the looks that are fixed in my eyes

you come like spring without having passed through the winds

that raise the treetops like prayers

you come without having gone through the ice of irony

without having felt the trembling fingers

you come to me to show me the beauty of the world

to make me in love