The morning dawned when she saw him start.
In his eyes, the horizon could be seen.
Without his smile and the joy in his eyes
the morning suffered from his absence.
The spring then filled with tenderness
the gentle weighing of the trees as they pass by
and curious swallows noticed sailing around in joy,
that he went away.

She was inflamed with her look
the splendor and magic of a dawn,
because the tears from the night
disappeared in the morning dew
and then it was, at that moment,
as his hand brushed hers,
they would stay away, she guessed,
forever the caresses of him.

At this moment
time passed through a gust of wind,
in a magical glow that died in the sea.
Love in the deserts, flooded with flowers,
while you pass,
with dew moistening the roses
and let them shine in the light,
like the butterflies,
those with their colorful wings and on the fly,
Awaken color sensation on awakening.