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.