That, Your Fear...

U look at me... silently
and I can read that fear...
what if...
a couple of words and the same gesture I show
to the world...

that, your fear
of me to get in love with you...
as you were that great man
who feed my mind and soul...
but as before...
too much for our skins...
nothing for our souls

You look at me silently
and I can read that fear...
why not?
I ask to myself...
and staring at you
feel your fear coming on me
and the necesity to leave the environment
the necesity to forget the taste of your sweat
I dress my smiles again
cleaning my body of you...

Reading all your fears
I feel to throw on you all what I think
how I feel about
and what I want
for my life
but...
to feed your fears
all that comes out is a warm smile
and a couple of words followed by a childlish face.
to what  you respond with a kiss on my forehead
saying... 
No, little chinese girl...  
don`t look at me like that... 
or I will fall in love with you! 

Fear of me getting in love with you...
Fear of you...
fear of the world to find out about this
fear of us to fall in this nightmare

U look at me
and I can read that fear...

Piedelmundo...