I ask your forgiveness for loving you suddenly, Although my love is an old song in your ears From the hours I spent in the shadow of your gestures, Drinking in your mouth the scent of smiles From the nights I lived cherished, By the unspeakable grace of your steps, forever fleeing, I bring the sweetness of those who accept melancholy. And I can tell you that the great affection that I leave Does not bring you the exasperation of tears Nor the fascination of promises, Nor the mysterious words of the veils of the soul ... It is a peace, a temple, an overflow of caresses, And it only asks you to quiet reposes, very quiet, And let the warm hands of the night find the static look of dawn without fatality.
