Clothes on the floor, imprecise disorder,
While we fly, in dreams without warning.
Among the clouds, in a starry sky,
We live a dream, in which we are embraced.
Gravity does not exist, we are free in the air,
Our bodies float, with nothing to bind them.
In that dream world, we merge into one,
Feeling love, without limits, without protocol.
Every night, in my dreams, I find that place,
Where reality fades away, without fear of being shipwrecked.
The clothes on the floor, witness to our passion,
While in the clouds, we live the illusion.
So is my dream, every night without measure,
Where gravity doesn't exist, only love and life.
Longing to return to that floating world,
Where our dreams become dazzling.
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