Fantasy

Now, I live with this neurosis
That, when life turns...
...You're going to be mine.

The shine of colors/
the smell of flowers/
the scent of love...

Come, come....

You're part of my fantasy
Come...surrender in space...
Secular time...

Come, come...
With out fear/
Nor torment

Come, to end this lament!

Jade da Rocha