His melodious and loving voice,
of whom I crave with anxiety,
i wait every morning,
with greater joy when waking up,
His voice is a heavenly music,
that caresses me and steals the soul,
it illuminates me with words,
every second every day,
I hope your voice with illusion,
in the river of this dream,
calming many wishes,
of your body with mine,
Neither time nor sun,
will erase this passion for your voice,
because you lull my ear with a lot of heat,
only your voice is my reason.
By Leonardo Blanco (