Dear soul Dare me to introduce myself In those pages I'd like to see you fill At the same that you emptied my life And my soul. Fill all my spirit I do not want to be prolix and I fear With no doubt, and dirtying Your future feelings I do not want to be sure of me With no hours Enclosing to your future feelings Nevertheless, take this skin As a mark, a gage of; As a mark of you in me This mark of you in me As the witness crys this feeling's reading inside of Of me The cadaver can be exquisite - Agathe It stands still on the hours and decades A gate The pure aspect of your intimate, tonight So dare me, to introduce myself Without any word and anything Within anything that can kiss my lips Crushes on your skin forever Crushes on my skin, forever With nothing left but a lace With nothing left but the trace With nothing left on my skin and disgrace! My skin and disgrace All lovers You and I