Ton Paysage

A journey, still the horizon, on your back a beach, faintly drawn on your skin
I have often caressed your past the moon lights up my thoughts floating in hell
Changing your landscape dreaming the wildest of trips touching and tasting the salt on your skin
A shipwreck, in lace a bit of wave, unfaithful under the storm, unreal a desire that awakens
I have often exceeded the excesses the moon forever lights up our hemisphere
Changing your landscape dreaming the wildest of trips touching and tasting the salt on your skin
Flying over your landscape dreaming the most beautiful of trips touching and tasting the salt on your skin
Changing your landscape dreaming the wildest of trips touching and tasting the salt on your skin