I know your road,   every step you will make,   your closed anxieties and the emptinesses,   stones you will dismiss   without ever thinking that,   like rock, I return in you?   I know your every breath,   all you do not want.   You know well you do not live,   you cannot recognize it,   and it would be as if   this fiery sky   were to fall back within me   like a scene on an actor?      For love,   have you ever done anything   only for love?   Have you ever defied the wind and   cried out,   divided the heart itself,   paid and bet again,   behind this obsession   that remains only mine?      For love,   have you ever run breathless   for love,   lost and started again?   And you have to say now   how much of yourself you have   committed,   how much you have believed   in this lie,   and it would be as if   this river in flood   rose up again to me   like Indian ink to the artist.      For love,   have you ever spent everything,   reason,   your pride, up to the tears?   You know tonight I remain.   I have no pretext,   only an obsession   that is still strong and mine   inside the soul you tear away.   And I tell you now,      sincere with myself,   how much it costs to know you are not mine,   and it would be as if   all this sea   drowned in me.