I feel a stormy agitation.
Restless sea, biting and cold wind...
You are here.
I summon and beg this mad sea
Because I need to feel you...
Feel this passion act.
I desire this ocean eyes...
... And I need to be soaked in your lips,
Like rum for the seaman lonely.
And that is what condemns us.
Desire is like a ship in a storm:
I can't know how far we're gonna be taken...
But I know how it ends.
[Yara Teles - 19/04/2010]