terça-feira, 31 de maio de 2011

Wondering about you

I confess I know nothing about you
Although sometimes I think I know a lot.
I often ask myself the same old questions
As if just looking for any suggestions
But get as answers questions in my thoughts…

When face to face I stare into your eyes
And get lost ‘cause I don’t know what to do,
I feel like holding you tight in my arms
(No matter I cause myself even some harms)
And in the end I wonder about you.

If I were the wind for a little while,
Oh! For sure I’d slide over your whole body,
I would pass through the waves of your hair
And I would caress very slowly and fair
Each strand of each wave sighing as nobody.