Your forehead shines like fire.
mine is pale and gloomy;
you are the peace, I am the anguish,
I, the abyss, you the summit.
You are bewitching sweetness
and bitter sorrow you gave me.
You are the Spring,
I, the dark and sad Winter.
Like calmed skies,
like two suns are your eyes,
but my soul, by their thistles.
is lighted up.
If you are the everlasting
sun of my yearning,
why don't you destroy
the ice of my winter?
This deep love of my life
for such an stiff heart,
is like a flower
that has bloomed
on the pain of an wound..
At times, I want to forget you,
to kill this sweet passion
but, how not to adore you?
how to leave you, my heart?
Without your love, it will be an eternal night!!
Celeste, ardent love,
ideal sacred fire
you are my torture
but you are also light, *
without you, my life would be
my sand ground.
Sweet eyes,
light up always my love,
even if sorrow has put
its thistles
in the fire of the love,
like the mud of dark water,
drink from the sky,
the brightness, its bitterness idolizes its sweetness
on the night of my grief,
with the daybreak of my charm,
see that I love you so much,
my sweetheart.