Campana

Bell,
eyes that cloud my sun,
with their storm of love,
soul that shakes my soul,
bird that I saw one morning,
nesting in the branches of my daydream.

Bell,
that tore the silence in my town,
back in my childhood,
bell,
I feel a ding dong in my soul,
since the sand on your ground,
touched my feet.

Left a mark in your dream,
and in the breeze a verse,
I will always be your owner,
and you my enchantment.

[Beautiful but beautiful you are]

Thistles that I saw bloom,
shadow of willow and laurel,
I want to be your suffering,
then forge with your tears,
the divine holocaust of an immensity.

Bell,
when it vibrates it tells me a thousand things,
that are my truth,
bell,
this chained in stanzas,
prediction, delirium, hope,
and our anxiety.

The fear of one day losing you,
is what wearies me,
no one else can have you,
because you are mine.

I want to die if you're not here,
to shipwreck in your seas,
I want to be your faithful path,
your unfading passion,
embroidered in sighs, stained with you.

Bell,
they are memories of those afternoons,
filled with love,
bell,
loving you makes me a coward,
I tremble, scream, plead and delirium,
out of pure illusion.

Longing for your return,
I see you in my dreams,
no one else will have your kisses,
because I am your owner.