who was a rally car,
to slide through your curves,

who was music,
to make you dance.

who was the air,
that you could breathe

I am nothing more,
than the crackling of a dying bonfire,
I am nothing more than a forgotten love.

but because of the trembling of your hips,
It was that I embarked on this aimless journey,
at the mercy of the waves,
to fulfill the dream of kissing your lips