translation:
what I wouldn't give
to be once more
sitting on a bench
at the park with you
the bottom of my heart
was radiating
and ther all the colors
a revelation
time stopped
and then I saw
your lips
how desireable
the impalpable
became matter
it huddled up
against the void
tenderness is finite
the violent caress
which awakens
in my
topsy-turvey being
an enigma
translation: what I wouldn't give to be once more sitting on a bench at the park with you the bottom of my heart was radiating and ther all the colors a revelation time stopped and then I saw your lips how desireable the impalpable became matter it huddled up against the void tenderness is finite the violent caress which awakens in my topsy-turvey being an enigma