when we dance he tells me words not like any other words
he takes me from under my arms and plants me on a cloud
and the black rain in my eyes , drops and drops......heavily
he takes me with him to an evening with a rosy balconies
and me like a child o his hands , like a father carried by the wind
he offers me the sun, the summer and a flock of swallows
he tells me i am a master piece and i worth thousand stars
and that i am a treasure and the most beautiful painting that he ever saw
he tells me things that makes me forget the dance and the steps
words , which overturn my history... and make me a woman in the moments
he built me castles of elusions where i live only for a moment
and i get back to the table, having nothing except words................