Soft bay dreams in my bowels about you,
and certain shores shift inside of me.

Intensity of the wind in the sky view I feel,
and with their passion I begin to kiss you.

You don't stop me, yet you expand your sails,
and in front of my powerful touches, put out your mast.

Under the bow and stern, sea is rolling,
every wave shifts us to the open sea.

Throw by the storm, in the silhouette of the horizon we enter,
there is no land only the depth that will not rest.

Between you and the sky I prance my strenght,
with the greatness of my ability, your breath I measure.

You sigh beneath me with the taste of mature shells,
and sweetly dominate in all directions of my world.