I was born for you, I was born for me.
My white neck, tight in the black dress you love so much.
My red hair tied up.
That fresh air that does not fear the passage of time, the frenetic movement of space, the happening of life.
I know they will melt as soon as you start touching touch them.
I that that it will almost hurt you seeing me live my life the entire evening but it will make you incredibly happy.
Why.
Because you know that deep down I am yours, precisely because I am entirely mine.
