Slowly, sweetly, say something to my ear, a song, a name, the letter of a secret... And then I will write it under my pillow, so I wil always dream with your voice... every night.

Slowly, sweetly, look at my eyes, smile, don't be afraid, I want you to look at me, Let me draw your face on my window, so I can say hello every morning, after the sunrise, when I find you looking at me, and then, we smile...

Slowly, sweetly, I can see how your hands are looking for the way to find mines, and then... I don't know if you want to... you can take them, and if it is not unconfortable for you, you can write a secret on them, only the nature and heaven will know it...

Slowly, sweetly, you can find me walking the sun, that makes me accomplice of your notes under the rose... Trying to know why do you always look into my eyes and after a second, lightly, your eyes suround secretly my lips, like if they were waiting inevitably, my sigh, to catch it, breath it, feel it, and hide it uncer your window...

Strongly, your face and my sigh before and after the sunrise, are the biography of a secret, which belong to us.