Quero ser o vinho que toca os lábios, a textura adocicada acariciando a língua, o sabor suave que enche a boca e desliza para dentro do corpo. Quero entrar nas veias e etilizar o sangue. Quero ser a gota que escapa e desliza pelo queixo, que salta para o peito e aí repousa, marcando-o de vermelho.
Quero ser o prazer dos sentidos. E a sua embriaguez.
AND BEFORE THE FIRST KISS
The Field Mice
You were low, we were so far from home
Didn't think you'd want to be alone
(...)
After tears and before the first kiss
I sat looking into your eyes.
(...)
We arrived as friends and became
"More than" in less than two days
(...)
The small hours saw
Us agree to stop.
(...)