I don’t remember
I don’t remember pretty well
She was staying here, standing here in her white dress
I don’t know who she is
I can’t remember her face
Maybe it was in April or in June
I really can’t tell

The sun wasn’t coming up
nor down
The time, the length of the time flows by glimpse
Her perfume is too salty
As if she had been running for days

She has no skin to touch
No lips to kiss
She has just her face
Disappearin
Under the weight of my desires