Come closer to me, sit here, under this tree, here is a bird singing and a pink flower that never lies. Come, reach out and shake my hand. Come closer to me, and remove all the leaves of distance and gray veils. Come, let's sing of love, and write a poem on this beautiful night. Our hearts are warm and full of dreams. Come and sit; don't stay standing, for my eyes are tired from tears and my heart is tired of waiting. Come, warm yourself with tales of love, for our souls are pure rivers that never know cold. Come closer to me, let's write a new story.

I know you, and I know that your eyes don't lie, that they are as pure and blue as the sea.
I know you well, and I know that your smile is enchanting and honest and that it transforms the morning into a different and dazzling story.
I know that your radiant face captivates the place, steals the spotlight, and transports me to dreamy islands.
I know you, and I know that your heart is a vast space, filled with indescribable compassion and honesty.
I truly know you, and I know that you are as deep as the sea, your thoughts as great as the sky, and your words as brilliant as the stars.
I know you, and I know that you are so different and you are a sea in which I have drowned.
I really know you, even though I know nothing about you except that I love you. Yes, I know that I love you, and that is enough for me.

Your love makes my days as quiet as a rural tale. It makes me wait for you with a noisy calm, and when your face shines, I lean like a spike of wheat, and when your eyes smile, I turn into a heart that fell into the well of love long ago. Your love makes my days clear, without clouds or storms. Yes, you are my warm homeland. Don't you see that? Don't you see that my soul blushes when it sees you? Now you see that nostalgia suddenly flows, when your ghost visits me, it fills me with calm, a noisy calm. Every day, my coffee and I enjoy solitude; I smile at the dawn and sing to the sunset for no other reason than that I adore you and that I await you with a noisy calm.

I'm still drowning in your little river. I still cling to the moment we met, even though I know your smiles are an enchanting world and your blue eyes something unforgettable. Despite the splendor of your light and your radiant appearance, you come to my dreams with elegant celebrations and moonlit music. Do you know how beautiful it is for your blue eyes to be all I dream of? I have become just a strange longing, like a painting on the water played with by the wind with its beloved pain. It is ridiculous for me to imagine that I would die of love, from looking into your blue eyes. If only you understood for once, if you would stop sailing far away, for your blue eyes to look at me; at my heart.

Don't you look at me? Don't you see that inside me are warm desires? But they're wrapped in a cold blanket. Don't you see that the snow is your touch, the fog your color, and the silence your voice?
Don't you see that? I can no longer hold on as I should, and although in my eyes is a love you cannot imagine and a flame of longing, I am completely collapsing.
In truth, I am now soft whispers and a torrent of faint, muffled calls fading slightly toward the sunset.
Don't you see that I dream of your blue eyes every night? Yet I tell you frankly and simply: In my quiet heart is a strange noise, a torrent of longing for you.

Here, your shadow captivates the place like a shining bird playing in the rain. It speaks to me with the joy of a lover, with blue eyes that sigh like a cloud that never tires of rain.
Your shadow fills me every day with sighs of longing. Here, in this pulse and in my veins, it dwells deeply. Your shadow has mingled with my soul and body, and we have become one.
Your shadow is as sweet as an apple, in whose space butterflies live among the roses, and geese dance in its waters like the songs of the sun. What a delicate shadow!
Your shadow is a field of bright colors, a gazelle swaying happily on a swing. It fills the leaves of my heart with dew and a delicate chirp.
Every day, your shadow offers me the songs of morning wet with the breeze. How it amazes and captivates me as I wander among your landscapes, touch your pearly cheeks, and drown in your blue eyes.

Hold me close, your hands soft like a flower touched by a bright morning. They are a ray of sunshine, yet they are immersed in silence. Their eyes are closed, not wanting to see me.
Hold me close in the evening alleys, to erase this vast estrangement in my soul. There is nothing here but the sound of the wind, quietly stealing my joy.
Hold me close, the roads and windows like bracelets, speaking to me in a pale voice that no longer knows how to deal with its delicate suffering. I no longer know how to travel, and I don't want to.
I just want you to hold me close. Only you.

With you, I live in happiness, for your smile is something indescribable and unbelievable, planting in my heart every hope that never fades. With you, I've become more beautiful, for your blue eyes have drawn every cheerful color and every tender story on my face.
Only with you, I'm sweeter, for your lips are made of honey, like pink grapes. I can't tell you how I dream about them.
With you, I travel to magical cities, live magical tales, and live in magical tents that fill my heart with joy and happiness. With you, I've become purer. You're something that transforms everything around you into purity. Only with you, I feel myself, and I feel contained, fulfilled, and sufficient. Only with you, I want nothing else.

You and I are from there; from the world of beautiful hearts where we meet the truth, and lines that know nothing but honesty and purity.
You and I are a story of silver snow soaring in a wide space without falsehood.
You and I are a delicate hand and delicate lips in a sky far from the falseness and pallor of my city.
You and I are a very white voice, a very fragrant flower, and a very delicate river whose beginnings are from your blue eyes.
You and I are a love story, where your fragrance is endless, your light is endless, and your tenderness is endless.

I know you're an illusion, and I'm happy with this illusion, and that's enough for me.
I know you're something impossible, and I like to strive for you, even though you're something impossible. How happy that makes me.
I know you're a distant dream, but believe me, I'm grateful to be living this distant dream.
I've become so convinced that you're an illusion that I've given my mind and reality a vacation. I'm like the ancient sages, but I've given my wisdom an early retirement because I'm truly happy with this magical illusion.
I've become so convinced that there's no way to your blue eyes, your charming smile, or your luminous face. I've become certain of that, and yet I'm immersed in the dazzling joy of your existence.
I know you're an illusion, and what a beautiful illusion you are.

I know you, and I know that your eyes don't lie, that they are as pure and blue as the sea.
I know you well, and I know that your smile is enchanting and honest and that it transforms the morning into a different and dazzling story.
I know that your radiant face captivates the place, steals the spotlight, and transports me to dreamy islands.
I know you, and I know that your heart is a vast space, filled with indescribable compassion and honesty.
I truly know you, and I know that you are as deep as the sea, your thoughts as great as the sky, and your words as brilliant as the stars.
I know you, and I know that you are so different and you are a sea in which I have drowned.
I really know you, even though I know nothing about you except that I love you. Yes, I know that I love you, and that is enough for me.

I won't tell you I love you, because I know that love dies when it's exposed.
I will never tell you I love you, because you are something precious, wonderful, and dazzling, and I don't think I deserve you.
I won't tell you I love you, because I fear being apart from you. Your presence makes me happy; your shadow makes me happy, and your departure makes me happy.
I won't tell you I love you, because I know you're not mine and can't be mine, so I won't tell you I love you.
I won't tell you I love you, because I fear losing your eyes and your smile that taught me the joy of life.
I won't tell you I love you, that's a promise. So never worry.

As usual, every day, I search for you among my papers; I search for your name. You have no idea how my face lights up and a smile spreads across my lips just by seeing your name among the names that have passed by here.
As usual, every day I wait for you impatiently, as if I've lost something. I await your special presence, your special shadow, and your special letters. Perhaps I would like to tell you how happy I am that you came just to say hello.
Every day I write to you, I feel that you are close to me, listening to me, so I express to you what is inside me with a strange clarity that has never happened before. You are the only person I feel safe with, the only person I trust among all people.