But underneath it all,
there is this heart all alone.

All those treasures buried,
somewhere in our skin
Ticking clocks at night, vaguely rush the hours, the minutes.
Passion hidden in our lips, red of ecstasy.
Wishing for time, wishing for space, wishing for privacy,
we find ourselves alone in cautelous, crafy silence.
That noisy leather couch, now its ours..
Its a whole secret, a whole world.
We are young, and in love.

Incoming words, incoming faces
Incoming waves that crash against the sand
that crash against my heart
Here comes the stars, inmaculate like bubbles
Do you know if they could someday fall?
Fall over me, and fill me with sparkling glitter.
Who knows? Maybe they can lift me up again
and be able to dance with fireflies, totally untouched
Not being able to cry, to weep...

A flowing rhythm, creates the entire melody.
Inmaculate sensations. Inmaculate water
Please touch the tide, invade it.
Submerge your eyes, in that wild underwater
Be like driftwood, dancing through the waves
barely touching, wondering how it would be.
How does it feels to be right on the edge?
about to fall, about to die?
Loosing, loosing him.
Its alright, just get over the edge
Fly.. Fly with words, kisses, tired eyes.

The waves with brutal anger crash against the shore wildly. With no inhibition, not feeling ashamed.
A submarine underwater earthquake, irritates the tide, the sand, the breeze..
A hushing sound, creates the melody. No melody, just sounds. No sounds, just melody.
The sky seems to fall apart. There is no difference between the coast and the horizon.
No watercolours, just different shades of grey. Cold ones invades.. creating an atmosphere which takes part of the whole.
Part of me, part of them.
Part of us..
And?