[Passionaria]

It was no use your filling the jug with honey

As it'd turned into bitter bile when I drank from it

The more you hold me, the more I'm afraid to fall

I abandoned my space and you made a space for me in your skin

And as with a rosary, I prayed every part without understanding that

The more you hold me, the more I'm afraid to fall

Like a lost star, I swam in your universe and got thirsty

And you didn't think twice before putting the ocean at my feet

The more you hold me, the more I'm afraid to fall