There is nothing surprising...
... her cold embraces
She touches my palm
Like it´s a snow recovered me
She is daring embracing stones
Inhaling the passion
By her temptation
No! I don´t trust in her sorcery
My heart is beating in these stones
My heart is bleeding in your sores
I´m only a sunset filled by melancholy
I´m immemorial temptation but I´m not a real...
Forever the falling asleep inspiration of her hands
Engraved in her delight...
... my name
My heart is beating in these stones
My heart is bleeding in your sores