To the future passion ( Recado à futura paixão*)

In a thousand crazy deliriums
I hug you in empty days mine
Expecting to feel the tremors
Of my body in your arms

I am proving every day, little by little
The flavor of lips thine
The seconds despair in the compass
In the space of desire

My mind has arrested me
I don't want to know about leave
My mind is my space. Here
I've got the illusion of to live

In a future of gladness where I have got you
And it will be thus until I die of annoyance or delirium...


*Versão original em http://kroletrange.blogspot.com/2009/09/recado-futura-paixao.html