You were deceiving flower, naive and young.

In joyful mistake I believed that you loved me.

But I don't know if for mine or if for ours

sorrow, you didn't accomplish what took oath.

I don´t criminate you, although... I know, it pursues you

tenacious melancholy. You are — what contrast! —

jewel of another that takes possession of you —

being my heart your own setting!

I always have you in the thought,

suffering, while it remains me encouragement,

the wound that they opened me your weddings.

Gasping in anxiety my chest is burning

and it will burn soon on, still later,