Im thinking of a roof over my head.
A roof without openings
A standing roof
Stronger than iron
The roof that covers the tunic
Be afraid of us
You are cold at night.
Let our clothes be
A roof the size of my heart and yours
For the touch of the pulse of the heart.
For the tender shame of the mirrors
To wrap up the smell of Atlas
Under this roof with you of flowers
I will tell you about the night and the stars
From You and from Your Desire
I will say it and I will say it again
My life under this roof
Ill measure with you
I get lost in your meaning
I get a new meaning
Sorry, alas.
Tons of clouds
One Horizon, One Infinity
Its our shortest distance.
