You my favorite ambition.
Dream and light in which I bathe;
you don't know how much I miss you;
so far from my lair.
Where is your tender and sweet gaze
your tender and sweet gaze
that of stars, captivated,
steals my feelings
giving me beautiful moments,
although you tell me nothing.
You, my meek little gazelle
that in the meadow you get excited
picking daisies
where my sight does not reach.
You, the mist that loves me
with the caress of a verse
where are you? I suffer for that!
I want to hear your voice!
here you will find me
waiting for your return!
