The Art of Hypnosis

Sometimes I think in his eyesDiving in the memory of your smile

Their steps seduces my soul

His presence makes me falling

More one the illusion becomes real

The reality is mere point of view

Their guesses are strong and come from the heart

Her body, face, have the art of hypnosis

It is the beauty I see in my future

Do not say anything , because I want not hear

Shut up and let me behold the living sculpture

Let me shed tears of sadness pasts

Give me your hand and stroke my face

As in that dream that haunts me all times sleep

I do can't hear you, only i see the movement of his lips

Not all smells

Not all the hugs

Not all in attendance

Not all lights

Guide me and have me as their .......

M.R.