I share my room with my sisters;
I share my most beloved snacks with the friend sitting next to me;
I give my chair to that pregnant girl in the bus;
I share my closet with my mother;
but when you give me your hand, I feel it's just mine.
I share my warm greetings with lots of people;
I share my ideas with lots of my friends;
I share my girlish careless joyance with anyone watching me in the street;
I share my pictures in social networks;
but when I tighten you in my arms, I feel it's just yours.
You share your smile with anyone who is kind with you;
you share your best wishes with lots of people around you;
you share that salty special taste of you with your friends;
you share your presence, your attention, your words with a huge amount of beauties;
but when you kiss me, I feel you are just mine.
When you kiss me I feel that I have finally found something in the world to trust the most. When you kiss me I see myself *someone* who is the owner of your kisses, your presence, your attention, your arms, your smiles. When your lips touch me I feel there must be something, someone, to die for. All of my bitter beliefs about the life fade when I measure the warmth of your lips by my tongue. All of my certainty about solitude melt in your arms when I taste you lips, as my legs start to tremble.
I share my most beloved snacks with the friend sitting next to me;
I give my chair to that pregnant girl in the bus;
I share my closet with my mother;
but when you give me your hand, I feel it's just mine.
I share my warm greetings with lots of people;
I share my ideas with lots of my friends;
I share my girlish careless joyance with anyone watching me in the street;
I share my pictures in social networks;
but when I tighten you in my arms, I feel it's just yours.
You share your smile with anyone who is kind with you;
you share your best wishes with lots of people around you;
you share that salty special taste of you with your friends;
you share your presence, your attention, your words with a huge amount of beauties;
but when you kiss me, I feel you are just mine.
When you kiss me I feel that I have finally found something in the world to trust the most. When you kiss me I see myself *someone* who is the owner of your kisses, your presence, your attention, your arms, your smiles. When your lips touch me I feel there must be something, someone, to die for. All of my bitter beliefs about the life fade when I measure the warmth of your lips by my tongue. All of my certainty about solitude melt in your arms when I taste you lips, as my legs start to tremble.
