My desire in a candle,With the flame that slowly plays,Is my soul, inside are You,That cannot be expressed in words...
A flame, colors and full of light,Sways across the room and walls,A flame that sweetly whispers,Never in words, but in contours...
My thought a lighted candle,Flaming longing, it burns and burns,Poured over the body like a kiss,To seek, to find the paths...
The center of the flame holds it to its breast,For your graces and your body,Sometimes it becomes a sea, sometimes a god,And carves your body like a sculptor...
A candle, my love, I make my inspiration,Here far away I light it, consumed, thirsty,So our feeling may find its blooming,A wave that never knows sleep...
A play of light in life it shall remain...
