I dance all night and say that the opponent of my grief will buy me, this heart that you say to me, my companion, I am a reckless heart, you say, O soul, what should I say about me, he will speak to me, I am amazed, what should I say,
because he has become a parrot and a mirror of my heart, the words of my heart are not full of color and hypocrisy, this was simple and without malice, my heart was not sad, even if The breath that is in the cup, I told my story and I went to the clarity of this grass, such a magic breeze, I said a word of life to the ears of the flowers, and I went to tell the story in a language that you know is sadness, I wrote to the book that you read like a
parrot and a mirror of my heart, the words of my heart are not full of color and hypocrisy, this was not simple and without malice, my heart was not sad, even if The breath that flows into the cup, I told my story and went to the clarity of this lawn, such a morning breeze, I said a word about life to the ears of the flowers, and I went to tell the story in a language that you know is sadness, to write it in the book you are reading.
