Where do you walk ?

Where do you walk?

Where you're going, that touch you in my dreams,

and you feel you warm up but I can not burn?

I wish you really like anyone but when I try,

do not you date?

Where you walk, my muse, my moon,

my desire, my charm?

Where you walk, you will of my dreams

without giving hope?

I choke and lose myself in your follies demand

driven by passion and not even know

if I'm still in your heart?

Where are you?

Where is your body that my demand

lips that could humidify my,

afagariam hands and my hair

eyes that spoke quietly in my dreams?

Where you walk, if only for a moment and see

feeling your presence, claim your absence?

If you're here and not have it,

if you're next to me and do not see,

then where should be and where

walk my true passion?

In the silence of my room,

in the solitude of my "I", you only dominates

what keeps you from forgetting it one second of my days.

His memory is good and feeling good for me ...

It is the breath of lonely hours where I spend recall

sadness and a longing

also a fund of hope that one day

you can find me and then say

all I want to hear ...