I send you naughty kisses,
of those nibbling ones,
a little wild,
that give life nuances,
and settle in the air,
like whispers of passions.
They are kisses that are not forgotten,
echoes of furtive laughter,
wind that plays on the lips,
caresses that are never looked at.
Needless to say, my dear
they are dreams in their brio.
Soft as the petals
of a rose at dawn
that in the touch are undressed
and in the sweet instant, they come.
They are entangled in the silence,
like stars on the canvas.
Kiss drawn in the breeze,
a kiss that dances, that warns,
a bond of madness and calm,
painting rhymes in the soul.
So, with each kiss, I
I invite the world to turn,
sharing the madness
that in the air breathes us.
