Astrolabe
My boat slips on the waves
Looking for to find you
In every star that sings
In every corner of the sea
I sail with my sail in the wind
Yearning for desire
Waiting a day
To be able to kiss your sweet lips
Where every kiss would be recorded in my astrolabe
Like the photograph of a golden sun
Extremely illuminated
Kissing the sea
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