Not another tear
Not another tear in your eyes.
My love, Queen of my heart
Get up from your illness and your suffering,
And this by the power and my convictions in God!
I confess to you that in my bowels
Vibrate all the instances of torment,
And ill-spiked wisps of great concern for thee.
At times my heart is filled with fear and anguish
And I know not around me, or in my mind,
Where to hang the balance of my senses?
I don't have the strength
To think, to cry or to hesitate.
Your absence invites a silence that breaks
The walk of ease on all smiles.
Your entrails share the horrible strength of sorrow
That gushes the ungodliness of this incoherence, that you live.
My breath hesitates, but I have faith
That the colors of the dawn and even
The melancholy of the dew accompany you
With their best wishes.
The voice of the orchids intermingle and sing for you
Your return to your beautiful nature a little shaken,
Under the bright sun
This bitterness transforms our hot summer days,
And in the midst of your incumbent reality,
We waltz too close to solitude.
Finally, if it were not the tenderness of the sky
And the compassion of God, all powerful,
By his grace, the acceptance of our prayers,
And moreover, by his forgiveness, what would it be together,
You, me, your family: our destiny?
You cradle such beauty of heart
Within the confines of your perfect virtues.
The weakness of your body fills you with an aura of reclusion
But fortunately, it reveals your greatness,
And especially from where you recover this joy,
That we all crown with love
And our best feelings
They are there so that no one
No one will see another tear in your eyes.
Ah, let him be filled with honor, vision and prudence,
The man who embraces the certainty of his convictions,
For the perfection and harmony of human existence.
He always finds the best delights.
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