Alma de Boemio

Wanderer and dreamer,
Singing, the soul in the throat,
In a voice that reaches,
Stars up in the sky
In the breeze, gently passing by,
Dreams hover, aimlessly,
Live in me, dreams of light,
Dreams of love, that never end,
I want to sing in the moonlight,
I want to hear from you, I'm yours,
And in your mouth, kisses later,
Until the crazy starry sky,
Can descend upon us,
And envelop us, my love,
Wanderer and dreamer,
To love, to love until madness,
Without suffering the torture,
Of waking up one day,
I want the poetry that floats,
All naked, in your gaze...