My love is not made with the cement of a house
Or with a brides' white veils
It's not made of sheets in the sun
Of watermarked paper, nor of violets
You can't explain my love with a poet's words
Nor even with an actors' gestures
It's not transferable, it doesn't die
My love is made only
With the free song of the sea
That the wind cannot suffocate
Time won't be able to modify
What you never wanted to hear
And as an old fisherman once said
"If you had a thousand nets to cast
There are only two things that you can't fish
Love, and the free song of the sea"
Love is like the free song of the sea
My love is made of corners of the evening, of meetings,
Of complicit and welcoming front doors
Of projects, and kisses, how many, how many,
I talk to you now and you don't hear it
Undress yourself gazelle, how and when you want, with whom you want
But this has nothing to do with love
A love like the wonder
Of those who are still listening to
The free song of the sea
That hits the mountains and the plains
Breathe strongly, feel its taste
Why do you still insist to refuse
It's like children's enthusiasm
It explodes and doesn't admit to conditions
My love is like this, it cannot reason
It's like the free song of the sea
Love is like the free song of the sea
And I want to dedicate it to you