Is not luck a badness
What happens in my despair?
Love you how I love you
And without the right to have you.
This to love you
Without constant hope
at a different moment
I frustrate and decons it.
Next to you my illusion flies
as a non-brake bird
While Full Hope
The silence that chokes me.
In my unfortunate vogue
I address a precipice
for what the healthy judgment
I have lost my courage.
Love yourself with this love
It is something that torments me,
and I have even lost the account
of the hours that I think about you.
It is beautiful, sublime, intense
and although in your eyes there is brightness,
of that love I am a pillow
That the caresses robbed.
I'm dying for delights
of that fragile monument
that stuns every moment,
But my luck is terrible.
It is a mistake to love you
as I love you,
that in the sad despair
It looks like it is death.