From this boring sofa

From this boring sofa
I can see how your sorrows are gone little by little,
Now you clean some windows and sing a song;
while a ray of light crosses your silhouette showing
Your women's charms.

From this boring sofa
I can see how the distance
with all your cravings,
he suddenly appears
To make the black of your eyes shine.

Your eyes full of stories,
source of lost tears,
once they cried in memory
from distant perfidies.

From this boring sofa
I can see how the weather
opening his infinite shroud,
gobble on a sunday afternoon
the promises you made to me
Earlier your blessed mouth.

Your mouth,
cut into two bites of cherries,
crock of kisses
where I rinse my sorrows every so often.

From this boring sofa,
I can see what you wear and don't wear
under your silk robe,
it is the custom perhaps to know
Your hips are naked.

In this boring sofa
our desire came together,
Your kindness and mine, late yesterday.