Yo creo

Yeaaah! what less than dedicating you a song, baby, fifty percent of my life, it was as easy as resting the pen on the paper and letting it flow... feel it, I'm touching the sky with my hands, yoo, come on, I believe...

I'm sitting looking into your eyes
I lose myself in their reflections, you are my youth when I'm old
the solution to my complexes, the lobes of your ears
the lines of my life are the lines of your eyebrows,
and your hair, always changing to my liking
when you dye it brunette you are my nymph that came out of a river
you know I cry as much as I smile
your natural blonde hair is my lost treasure.
I fall headfirst into a valley that is drawn between your shoulders
kissing all around that needle-like neck
I pause at your collarbone, the best balcony to your breasts
now that nothing holds them, strawberry and cream free of any stretch marks
they stand firm when they see my gaze shift
how much I would give to fall on top of them
and jump into the void in your breast pool

and you look beautiful even when you're asleep woman
and I won't tell you in the bathtub
my eyes are the necessary tool to find such a landscape
my tongue the brush to paint it
ah! I believe baby, I believe, yoo!, come on

Slightly pronounced pink nipples
I slip, falling through that sacred canal
I could hold onto your belly button piercing with one hand
thanks to it being my gift it keeps me alive
I stop at your belly, I cling to the metal with my teeth
two hundred twenty, baby, I can already feel the current
you know it's quite hard for me to act discreetly
and I love starting to eat you out
You are my religion, my creed and I die for it
just as I die in your finely haired sex
never was a woman so soft and you know it
I've been carried in a balloon but never in a ship
you have the keys to flight for my astral travels
you taught me sign languages
with your small girl hands and your new oriental nails
the downfall of mortals

yoo, the good thing about memorizing the lyrics is that I have your picture on the music stand, looking at me... ahh! I believe baby, it was as easy as standing in front of the microphone and letting it flow... ah! I believe baby, I believe, yoo!, come on

I love it when you're sick and I have to take care of you
evaluate you, I keep dreaming of impregnating you
and loving you is not an easy mission
my beard tickles behind your knees
In a dark room, with silk sheets
and with your body on top of them I confuse textures
I live bewitched by your bravery and your mischief
you are naked and I'm writing this literature,
I like to kiss you when you're asleep
in the mornings you wake up more grateful, more full of life
I want to drink from your holy saliva
after making love smoking a sativa joint,
I like to hurt myself and have you heal my wounds
you are my muse, I your scribe, let's look up
I finish this song telling you sincerely
if we talk about your feet I would have to make a whole song about them

yoo, it's as I feared, it was as easy to rap as to write it, without coming down from the cloud, special dedication to my woman Anita, fifty, fifty, yoo 2007, around there.