Sometimes I’m white,
Sometimes I’m blue…
I mostly taste like the morning mist…
Droplets of tears on my fingertips
I mostly taste like paradise,
Feathers from my wings,
show the lead if listened...
Take your time,
And bring me gifts:
Stories of ones lives…
Stories I’ve never heard
Sometimes I’m green,
Sometimes I’m brown…
I mostly taste like rum-raisin…
Sugar-cane syrup on my hips…
Grap some sparkles from outside,
Bring me stories from your trip.
I mostly taste like guayava
Mountains of foggy tales…kisses and cults
Come closer and touch my skin.
You’ll hear sensual sounds of my embrace…
Come closer and reach my lips
Innocence doesn’t taste salty…
Tomorrow may never come
As yet eternity is unrated
