I'm not a society snob
neither bohemian descended from paradise,
time is never enough
jointly to sail, enjoy the pleasures of the world.

I do not want to call you a wife
mistress, home-heating bed,
you are more, you are my alive life
in me, you breathe.

My creature, you have enliven the nature
flewing into my chest,
silently, brought the fragrance of the nectar.

My Lady
mother of my children
the most fascinating moments you offering me,
reviving the sincere dreams
I want to
with the rare lust arrest you with love.

Hand, my heart, you have imprisoned
surrounding me,
knitting hope to my eager ego
taught me what life meant.

You, the inspiration that enriches my being
as light as the wind
grabbed my rebellious youth
straightening to calm waters, ship of the future