Sombras

Hope of my life,
chaste woman of my reverie,
do not forget that I am the owner
of your sensitive passion;
do not leave my soul in a state of transition,
do not give bile to my heart
give me that laughing world
that painfully separates us
and the caressing face
of my only illusion.

Sorrows
weaving you live,
you sow
cruel martyrdom,
weeping
will be your laughter
when in the dark abyss
you moan with him.
Deep
will be the anguish
when
in your heart
you feel
the disenchantments
and you sink into the shadows,
without illusion.

Despise the sad life
of fateful joy
if you still retain
the warmth of my affection.
I still adore you, you did not sink
in the shadows of pain:
I only want you to be mine
why do you increase my sleeplessness,
don't you see that I feel jealousy
if you doubt my love?