The night is a wall of mystery to climb, but with you by my side it becomes sweet to walk.
I want to share this hour, to celebrate its arrival, to watch the moon shining in the sky while your words overshadow it with their spell.
At times a rapturous storm, at other times a placid pedestal. It is the end of a day that would never want to end.
It is the mystery of man turned into a passionate animal, wildly intuitive, romantic in abundance, not knowing where the night can take him.
Night is an abyss into which I must look upside down. A bird that flies undisturbed, carrying dreams that I will never immolate.
Why should night carry the mystery of the sea? Because it is a great kiss that I can only imagine.
With you by my side, the blackness becomes a luminous altar. The night is a dream of love to celebrate, when your lips come to seal mine.