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Taking over me

So che il vento si getta nel fuoco ,

lo abbraccia,

ne spalma il calore,

spargendolo nei contorni di un cerchio.

So che il fuoco si tuffa nel vento,

stringendo le sue hands on breast

and extends its languages \u200b\u200bfilling every space.

And in the circle of dark colored

the sound of silence,

of fire and wind.

While on the window dripping raindrops,

slipping as pure water on the mirrors to which there clings,

the accompanying sound and does not cover the noise of our bodies,

that slide on each other,

drops of exchanging fire,

blasts of rain

and hot wind.

"Taking Over Me",

eyes while exchanging messages,

licking the edges of our desires

slip into the folds and the muscles,

like rustling silk draperies sharp.

leather lace sussultan meat

and the eyes of challenge run by touching the skin,

wonder how the details a lawn

and capturing the reflections of dew drops

that reflect the world,

with your knees wet,

while the cola brand essence

sharp edges of nails,

dripping up to the end along the wrists

lines of points of possession.

Now the earth warm breath of fire,

drops of rain bearing wind.

and lips unfold with astonishment,

dancing on the wailing notes of sighs,

slow steps that trample on the expanses of petals,

that the smell of Us

while your lips are filled

of what his hands ripping

and my fingers crushed shells,

to spread droplets of silicon between the grooves of your land.

smell the flavor,

lick looks,

listen to the touch,

look like odor spread drops that have fallen in Us,

touch with our fingers that everything belongs to us.

And water

and land

and fire in the wind.

"Taking Over Me"

In a time that does not have time.