Carta À Mariana

I found in your eyes the hope that was missing from me
In your sweet smile the absence I didn't expect
Longing has a name and the name is you who brings me more desire
Desire to live, desire to see you, to have you is not always possible
The wanting, ah! The wanting... If only it could be just me and you
Leaning facing the sea on your coast

A hammock is all I wanted
Pure fantasy... Time doesn't give me the chance to dream,
But looking at you and looking and looking and looking, it's not enough anymore
I need your singing to sing and enchant my life!
If I could describe in words what I feel
It wouldn't be fair to the poets, complete...
They would be the words of a diary with half-open pages,
Where the future is written by you... Only you

Leaning facing the sea on your coast
A hammock is all I wanted
Pure fantasy... Time doesn't even give me the chance to dream,
But looking at you and looking and looking and looking, it's not enough anymore
I need your singing to sing and enchant my life!

This is a letter that many lovers deep down
Deep down would like to say to all their 'Marianas'
A pure and invigorating feeling, for which there is no end
The end? We create it, we reinvent it, correct it
Copy and paste... There are feelings and emotions

That we must not, cannot, and should not
Erase or recreate, so... Finally then
Let the feeling act and take over you
Each feeling like this or similar is what
Will build 'yourself', will show you who you really are