Maybe my kisses are the stars,
you count the times when they were
with your lips in those pretty nights.
The times when we saw the creation
of new worlds, worlds reflecting
the sea found in your eyes.
A castaway I am in them,
drowning in my sanctuary.
Maybe your words are laws,
look how I obey your lovely orders,
establishing a civilized man.
Your heart's mandate,
it puts me in chains to the harvest
of your field, for eternity.
But I feel free,
here I eat forever.
And maybe that's how it all began,
A look in the light that night,
darkness we never saw again.
After, in the world we now see,
from the nourishing words we cultivate
the home where we live.
To know, we are here
for each other.