Reminiscences

Beloved it is impossible to erase from my memory the recollection of your strange gaze that pursues me to look at you. That laughter so yours; your

tempting lips, that left its charm lit in my anxiety.

In my soul vagabond melted your soul as the no longer melts when kisses it the sun. Therefore although other lips gave me their not a

single tenderness as yours those that arrive at my heart

They were the eyes yours themes of my songs. Were the lips yours music in my to sing AND Now are your eyes my

grief and my pains Are those your lips my fatal destiny.

"They say that with the time the memory fades, deepens in the oversight what was a passion, Lie, when you

dwell and drops to my tomb really that even cord art the flame of my love."

In my crazy one bohemia eh beloved to other men with the infinite faith of the one that wants to forget but always torments me

your dreamy eyes and nostalgically sigh al to evoke. That of my reminiscences there are in the dreams mine entire twilight eh

late lamented by you that even are my eyes of the crying deserved evoking those hours that even live in me.."