Poem of impossible love.

Tonight you passed my way

And my soul trembled I do not know what effort,

But I am aware of my destiny

which is to look at you from afar and nothing else.

No, you never said there's spring

in the hidden roses of your rose bush.

Nor should I look at you otherwise

that look at you from afar and nothing else.

And so you spend sometimes quiet and beautiful,

just like tonight I saw you happen.

But I must look at you like a star

you look from afar and nothing else.

And so the roses of each day pass,

leaving the roots that don't leave.

And me with my secret melancholy

of looking at you from afar and nothing else.

And so you will continue always, always forbidden,

beyond death, if there is beyond.

Because in that life, if there is another life,

i will look at you from afar and nothing else...