Note lente

Still a little bit of your face
I haven't kiss....

What's going on?

Stones talk me to fly,
love talk me to lie,
life talk me to die...
It's not hard to fall,
when you fall like a cannonball.

Still a little bit of your song
in my hear...

What's going on?

GROWING.

My flavour on your skin tells
I'm hanging on your word:
that's one beautiful word.
You've said to me sometimes ago,
sometimes that seems an eternity.

Flawless,
dark room,
blue heart,
stone face.

And one hope to forgive the past,
to have you near me again.

TIME.
Alwais time on my mind.