Myth Of When Your Nose Itches

for you.


I thirst for you,
of your lips of roses,
light of your smiles, your eyes
sea.
I thirst for you, your jokes
laughing
trembling of your words, your tender
redness.
I thirst for you,
of your tiny hands,
secrets of your kisses,
many of your caresses.
Princess Mia,
my thirst, drown you,
without limits, because my soul

must put you, your embrace of

of fairy tale and dreams of your

so fragile and shining light.
Princess Mia,
Kneel,

you whisper my love now and always,

in the quiet of the night tomorrow.