You are like the living desire

to sing The Sea,

a tender cradle song of warble delight.

You're like the swallow bird

to whom the wind kisses

with its strong darling whirr,

and in this manner, manages to, your love gain.

Sometimes I dream you clear and simple

and I think, you within my reach are.

Sometimes I see you in a lonely street

and your brown eyes I can not look at,

They are like two stars whose light illuminates,

the febrile path of a fogacious heart.