Horas de Amor
Felipe Pinglo alva
Hours of Love
The convent garden
It reminds me of yesterday
Its beautiful fountain
It has filled me with spleen
The source that is in it
Witness is my eagerness
To convince of my desire
Candid and mystical beauty
As he seeks the light
All truth even if it overwhelms her
It must shine clearly
Flushed in its brilliance
To tell the world
That I loved her with all my soul
Our idyll was pure
I adored her with a mad dream
This is how the hours went
Inspired by your image
I have lived obsessed
In the warmth of your gaze
Today they no longer guide me
They don't even offer me their favors
Living is a martyrdom
I feel fed up
In this fight of love
