I have to erase you from the book of my poems,
and in your absence my verses get the nobel prize of the melancholy

Without thinking you put thorns to my soul,
and as you gardener I am afraid of your falling roses

The hours and the days without your company become eternal,
and in my dawns and dreams I awake looking for your presence and your care

To love you exceedes the limit of my heartbeat,
ignoring...