Died orchestra.

I saw you standing,
on the border of love,
the air was saturated with resin,
and suddenly I didn't know if it was the mountains in the background,
or your bare breasts,
unrest swirled in me.
You were like glass,
the wind caressed your thighs,
more and more pleasant,
but you were disappearing for me.
Only your soul remained,
and it had nothing more to give me.
Every time I meet you,
it's as if the orchestra died in me...