I hate the night,
Who brought you infiltrated my mind,
and make thee there.
I adore the afternoon,
who dismissed you from the world,
and make you disappear,
not tread.
Because only grief and tenderness,
each of you crossed the terrace liver.
There are only asked and disappointed,
that you handed to the recesses of the heart.
I can be crazy,
let you haunt the soul.
