I still feel my lips indelible, I feel the scent to your body entangled in my soul,And I sit in my bed and I see the sky, and I ask me , if in sometime I be able to know who are you , a strange , a strange, and still I can to say that I love you in silence and I flooded the illusion when I imagine your face although I don't know who is your face, although in the touch the night my hands were the only witness the our bodies touching...
and today happen the time and the memories are lost between generations , but wherever I go , always I can feel the same strange wishes for to know who are you.
