I don’t know if you live or you’ve died...
Can i still look for you on the Earth?
Or that’s only night thoughts where i might
Think of you, cry of those who are gone.
All for you: and my daily pray,
All my dreams, all my sleepless nights.
All the poems i wrote, and then
All the fire of my light-blue eyes.
No one was so precious for me,
No one could touch my heart as you did.
Even that who made me feel aggrieved,
Even that who loved and disappeared.
