Trust me if I just write to tell about you, darling Or intend to say that you are greater than my being, Much greater than my love for art, Than the entire world you see so smart. You have inherited within you something mature From such life, art and nature. You have a lot of feelings that sway On the banks of my heart that is far away, That is isolated to worship at the corner of life, To recite the poems of the ascetic adorer in life, The poems of love and emotions that ceased his heartbeat, That ignited the flames of longing, so painful but sweet, That like a powerful earthquake explodes within me, Which changed the whole face of the city.