In the nostalgic coolness of your fragranceI will return to a summer that never left my heart. Once again my perceptions will lapadrift in magical dreamsto seek your pink skinmoistened by the virgin dew of the dawnjust before the still hidden starad...
In the nostalgic coolness of your fragrance
I will return to a summer that never left my heart.
Once again my perceptions will lap
adrift in magical dreams
to seek your pink skin
moistened by the virgin dew of the dawn
just before the still hidden star
adds its warm light.
The yearning will be inevitable
for caresses by sweet tears of passion
that, like a weakened wanderer,
hope for reception in a splendid monastery
slumbering in a countryside “in sul calar del sole”.
I will return to smell the soft cardigans
that protected your body
now that you are for me
a ray of distant energy
keeping watch over the dreamlike journey
of this new life of mine.
You are not simply a woman
but a sublime being
that animates and delights a body that lives in love.