I still love you,
like the first day,
with this joy that I’m living,
more than in the memory
of things gone,
in expectation of new achievements,
like the first day of a feeling first,
like the potter of my own fantasy,...
with the jabber of a drummer,
and the austere moaning
of a litany,
Like the first day,
I still love you.
I still love you,
thanks to the audacity,
with the guarantee of my poor dreams,
that means,
Efforts,
because Yet ( Still ),
It is alive my soul of continue believing,....
like the first day,
like the first kiss,
and the first excess of melancholy,...
like the gladness of the first intent,
like the argument of a prophecy,
Like the first day,
I still love you.
I still love you,
If I wouldn’t say it,
I know I couldn’t contain my feelings,
what I have inside would become in a pack of remorses,
like the first day,
You are sailboat,
the Star and the wind of my journey,
my philosophy,
my passion,
my best word,
my sovereignty,...
Like the first day,
I still love you.
Like the first day of a feeling first,
like the potter of my own fantasy,....
With the jabber of a drummer,
and the austere moaning of a litany,
Like the first day,
I still love you.