In the mornings I see how the sun approaches my beloved cheto with his golden cloak, his image wanders in my eyes.
You are my dream even if he is not my prince charming, you are my miracle, who discovered my love in silk cloth, as a very singular whim, you are my stone wall that resists all my indecision, but I feel your warm hand of security is my soul.
You are my sea where I throw my tears of roses and carnations, that transforms them in my dreams in gems that shine with the moon making a beautiful crystal of light.
You are my universe where I am venus and you my tuesday, we turn to our harmony, as the days that are fulfilled whole promise to plant roads of flowers and orchids, you are my lion as the king of my jungle and I your guardian of your territory.
