Intense pain, bitterness, sleeplessness and sighs,
Sickness, moans, Lamentations and sorrows,
Incessant tears, food and the strength of sorrow,
Fate destined me, yes, you turned against me, and deafness unto me, O Heaven!

I would prefer Death which is far more sweet;
Embrace it
O! My suffering soul,
Express your desire, show your tangled hair,
Call for the Beauty, the Beauty most cruel.

Someone came with a broken wing;
I thought it was Death and I fell...
Yet it was not Death who came to succor me, nor was it Love, The Beauty,
Who I adore,
But was Hope itself smiling full of joy!

**** me now for I am none
And Death itself would find to hide its head
And dear sorrow brings to lament upon my death
Goodbye, love...farewell

My Mother do not worry...

In my heart
Is a song that builds
A silent church
Lighted by stout arms
Of candles,
In my lips is a bell that spreads
All the sounds of love.

Reaching beyond the heavens;
In my eyes is a star chipped from
The halo of sun
And embedded as diamond on that queenly
Brow; in my veins are chords that hum a thousands melodies in awaited
Moments; in my breath is fragrant as the flowers veiling your absence.

A butterfly to these sighing leaves;
In my fingers in touch,
Spread out to revered doubts in chamber
Of approaching darkness, sun, rain, wind
And bird are one
Earth and moistened seeds
From my fragrant soul;
All worldly gifts have I
If only you're here beside me,
My beloved, jewel and part of my poetic gifts.

My Mother do not worry...I am still here with you.

On this earth, nonetheless to desire
A love unequal to the moon and the stars
And dreams which descend upon me in the night
Lift me to the Heavens and bring me before God