I would like to love you,
without offending. 
Because... 
I would like to love your caresses
so full of blushes. 
So innocently expert, so full of affection and real as the mattress
where we sleep. 
I would like to love you,
still broken and pieces... 
well I keep a mold of you,
the one that opens in my nights... 
for the smile of dawn. 
The unknown of the walls... 
that I would like to love