THE WARM LIPS OF A WOMAN 

 nights are here strange dilemmas
 street lights quickly fading
 and in the room of darkness
 the scent of her hair
 floats all about me

 nights are here indifferent shadows
 when I sleep I shield my face
 and I always dream
 the warm lips of a woman
 on the edge of explosion

 nights are here unknown tales
 I put out my cigarette
 and get up in silence
 not letting anyone slips into my dreams
 I take pleasure in every moment
 and watch her secretly