Last summer - Último verão I still can feel the fresh summer air, kissing my skin like a order of freedom. White clouds dancing through the clear sky; the sweetness of the alcoholic juice going down my throat ; an intense taste of provocation caress my fingertips into curves of a moraine skin. The gold of your melanin satisfy my eyes, so full of a deep passion , made of full emotions and no control... And I'm still able to remember of last night... The way you touch , the way you breathe , the way you clamor ... Your voice, your smell, your relish, your warmth, your eyes, your glow... Everything on you is so divine and so profane! I feel like a sinner , that commits a sin and have delight in think in the hell's fire ......
Tentando sempre ver a luz por entre as sombras, a beleza por entre as lágrimas e a alegria por entre as dores.