My dear, darling painter,
You mix colors and...
I
remember when you...
It wasn't wind or misty roads
That led me from your path...
Indeed bigger my belly is than your heart,
Neither it is said to fun, nor a pun for art...
Cold heart of mine tamed and turned to melted ice...
When I see your beautiful brows above those...
Seventy four petals that I pen for my pretty...
Even after our wed, on a fine Wednesday, together...
Stumbled spontaneously at the first sight,
Fell for you instantly when I met you, the other...
“Hola amor!”
Son las palabras con las que despierto...
I wonder if my simple words,
cut the way that yours do...
I can draw a pretty picture
And some may call it art...
Everything I do is truly for you and
My love she's so beautiful in life and...
A tyre will sit on just air
As if there is nothing there...