I\'m chasing a batty liberated libra,
female frolicking in a foamy dream .
She draws desire into indecision
and let time suspend it\'s flight
for no reason other that her whim ...
She\'s afraid of the ruby\'s charisma
but likes amethyst abyss...
Tell me to which secret your heart leans ?
To her or to me ?
I think you only love the feeling without return
and bouquets of dried-up expectations
don\'t make you cry ...
You slide into my arms ,leading me
in unfaithful journeys to islands
whose name you\'ve already forgotten ...
I seem to remember it was yesterday
or somewhere in winter ...
But how important are these sincerely
worded lies
That carries us away
in the wandering of the senses ...?
Just candies and toffies that melt in the mouth...
It\'s so delicious when you\'re never there
and so near to me !