Momentary Love, sweet as time on hold
My desires are in your form
In these days inconsistent and always constant

My need for sublimity, for your understanding
False reflection of me in your eyes
Who are you indeed, white or black soul, or gray

Be mine for a while, three minutes and thirty four seconds
Or maybe quarter until the full hour
Lover and friend and everything that do not exist
In the moment of regret for undone possibilities

Pathos or honesty in the cradle
Streetcars and lights, concrete mass and human faces
Where did you lost yourself, heavenly touch, with blue wings
For whom did you cry and which one you loved

Only one touch in the night, no high emotions
Fragile and strong at once, so go away now
You will disappear as all did before, somewhere in unreal
Through semaphore lights on crossroads

I worship the line of your neck and your eyelashes
Your words are glass half full of solace
Bath me with your gaze and with one tear
My lover and friend, spirit in the night