Sulla Tua Pelle
Richard Cocciante
On Your Skin
I travel on your face
across your skin
mysterious tattoos
made by the stars
On the roads of your body
I find my way
on the sands of your sea
I write: I love you
How beautiful your skin is
it even smells like me
Traveling on your body
I discover your skin
in your eyes
a star silently sails
What would I do
if one day I
lost your way
even for just one day
without ever saying:
I love you
How beautiful your skin is
it even smells like me
