To wake up
and see your smiling face
is a pleasure,
a privilege for me.
To look for light
in the shine of your glance,
is to wake up with love.
To see that the sun
nested in your hair,
and that the dawn
hid itself in your smile,
to realize that my verse
has a rhythm and a color,
is a pleasure.
To wake up
with the significance of knowing
that I am yours,
that I only belong to you,
that never again
I will feel my dreams are cold,
already means
to have a future.
To wake up
and see that I have next to me
what for so long
so long I tried to get,
is a pleasure,
a privilege for me...
is a pleasure,
a privilege for me.