My friend Terry made this pic in SL. These words are both for me and for her.
Cold skin shows all my thoughts naked, so
every night I dress darkness to go
where I meet you to make love alone.
We are only a bright little star
that survives in a shiver, then dies
lost in nowhere space without a cry
Daylight cuts off the truth and my masks
come to protect myself from those eyes
as my clothes hide my shameful flesh
No one may ever see my deep soul
otherwise I became brittle glass.
No one must ever see myself nude
I kneel down, often I kneel and lie
under the bad world eyes that strip me:
white and cold then I show no girl’s soul
White and cold as a dead woman knows
SL, Helvete Norge Fjord,
November 15th, 2015
Here you can find the bad translation into the Italian language.