It is gorgeous the lady that I celebrate,

harmonizing the style. Her mouth

has a constant and wholesome laughter

with which her rubicund lips touch.

I contain — and it doesn't cost me — my desire

in just seeing her. To see her it is little

all the existence. The more I see her,

the more I want - and my desire doesn't diminish.

Certain, she cannot love me! Nevertheless,

my soul always exults and became enchanted

if I see her all love, charms, perfumes.

I like to see her; and seeing her in her promenades,

I have the soul, the heart and the eyes full