In the great calendar of feelingI check the weather forecasts,The chirping of the partridge,The beautiful spring, but also the cold...
Because... my darling... the soul’s blossomingOr the harsh and bitter winter,Shows in those beautiful eyes that shine,In your smile, and your golden gaze...
I am used to it, the forecasts for a month,I see them, I read them in your face...
O fiery stream that burns and that sears, With the fiery feeling, of the feeling that speaks... O little candle flame that burns and gives light, Above my world, above...
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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