love is a tree of sweet fruits is the salty water that wets the cheeks is the sigh of noon

you can try it once and your heart is pierced for a lifetime

you may deny it a thousand times, but it will always rise

like the song of the birds in their nest

love goes down in the dark nights, resting in the light of the looks of happiness

in the southern skies, but also in the northern ones

in the serene waves of the sea and also in the storms

love is looking at the sun covering your eyes with hope

it's raising your hands in the rain

feel bare feet in the sand

go down mountains go up abysses

swimming on firm ground

in the dry feeling of tenderness.