I love you so much and I think about you, around what I've thought and without fear I'm looking to caress you later.
If you ask me what I feel, I tell you that I only know that I love you, and that the path to that love is a deep, clean birth as seen on the mountaintop. Do not look for the impious cloud of the mountains, for the world is full of great mysteries and your soul is reflected in me.
My love will walk through huge paths that lead to the mountain, it will be sensitive as the silence that clarifies between snowfalls. When the river of the mountain grows, feeling my sensitive love lowers its torrent and calms down.
My great passion equals all the forces found in the mountain, it is a great impetus that can with the great strength of the torrent of the river that is born in the mountain.
If this love does not make you look at me, even heaven itself feels my pain and then saddens me. They are the touches of my soul that travel to where I do not feel the pains of a possible lack of love, they are verses of my noblest inspiration that in the great immensity is lost as if I did not know what an immense pain is.