MARIA
GIVE ME MOTIVES,
TO WAKE UP EARLY IN THE MORNING,
AND FEEL FREE
OF YOUR ORBIT...
I DON'T WANT IT.
I WANT TO BE A SLAVE OF YOUR BREATH
AND YOUR PRESENCE,
LIKE A LIVING REALITY
INTO MY DREAMS...
GIVE ME EMOTIONS,
SO-CALLED EMOTIONS TO SMILE TOGETHER,
AND PLAY AROUND, BETWEEN OUR PILLOWS,
FUNNING LIKE THE KIDS WE USED TO BE...
JUST CALL MY NAME,
JUST CALL MY NAME WHEN YOU ARE READY TO,
TO SHOW ME LITLE THINGS THAT JUST HAPPEN,
JUST IN THE MOMENT THAT YOU REMEMBER ME...
BUT GIVE ME A CHANCE,
A LITLE CHANCE TO SEE MY OLD FRIENDS,
AND REMEMBER THE YOUTH TIME
IN WICH I MET YOU,
SO CLEARLY.
LIKE NOW,
(I'M SCREAMING MY HAPPYNESS ON THIS
WHITE PAPER,
SO WHITE THE PAPER,
AS WELL AS MY HAIR,
IS GETTING GRAY...)
THE AGE IS COMING, MARIA
BUT WHEN I SEE YOU,
IT IS LIKE A MORNING SUN,
SPARKING IN THE APPLE OF MY EYE,
AND EVERYTHING, LIKE THE TRUTH,
REMAINS CALM.
