It's nice to see you at sunset

to the eternal fire of a flare

rich is kissing your skin

go to the precipice of darkness

moving your clothes

leaving you silent and naked

it's nice to see you dance

as goddesses do

rich is the hue of your skin

and the shape of your hair

when merging with the wind

it's good that you look at me like that

you walk like this

and you would smile like that

inviting me and seducing me

rich are your hands touching you

and discover the secrets

silencing the murmurs

letting the fire shine

on a dark and cold night

rich is to let the fire burn

burn for pleasure

leaving ashes of a love

ashes like those who leave

indelible papers

to a rich and pleasant flame.