for every kiss that is not given.

 Only you can understand,

it is like sand between the hands

me as soon as a few grains stick to my fingers,

my life slips away slowly, without respite.

True to me some memories,

I can't keep them all

and it will be the sea that decides,

will be at the beach's mercy

you like grains of sand

that one day, you and I, knew how to sculpt.

I speak in the light of your eyes,

in that look of yours so pure

- Love does not overcome us

and turns into madness

every kiss that is not given.-

I'm looking for the answer

trapped in the lips

you - Enter the silence

me without a doubt and settle down

to desire, without haste.-

Death finds us

to hold hands

after every step you lived

. every common landscape.