Do you see what i see? !
Standing naked in front of the mirror;
Do you feel what i feel? !
Lying naked on the floor;
Fax me a copy of your image,
With the muse of the inflow.
Looking for your lover;
With the amalyses of a journey so sweet.
With ephemeral facts;
From generations onto generations.
The muse of life,
With the status of nature;
Like the feelings of love and the faces of the seasons.
With the muse of love;
But, you are now standing naked in front of the mirror.