The immortality is being with you,
Shining in your eyes,
Feeling completely,
all what we are.

That's the tragedy of the love,
Being and not, touching and not,
Kissing and not.


I do no know if merely abandon your ways,
But those uncertainties overcome me,
And  really I liked we were more.

There are  many things,
To be said what we are,
But almost impossible to say all,
And it is a great misfortune for me.

If one day, I am distant, Cesar,
That is not what you suppose,
It is only, I want to wake up from this dream,
from this love...