Maybe it was not for coincidence
that I met you
sometimes these things are made by destiny

I want to sleep again on your breast
and then I want your kisses to wake me up


your sixth sense dreams of me
I know that we'll be together soon
this sleeping smile that lives here with me

I know that I will be on your way soon

you know I'm hanging on your hands

so don't let me fall
you know I'm hanging on your hands


I send you poems in my own hand
I send you songs 4.40 minutes long
I send you pictures when we were

dining in Marabella and
when we were in Venezuela
so that you can remember me

so that you take account of the fact
that my heart is hanging on your hands


be careful, be careful
I won't lose the hope to be with you
All the forbidden, it's all I want of you

I want to wake up kissing all your tenderness
My baby, my life, I need you.