Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)
Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?
I am made of earth, and my song made of words.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.