Your nakedness hides a look, pacified by loneliness,
Your hands are the mainstay of everyday days
Your soul is strong and it can lift your stricken body,
A body refined by years of experience.
There is no sun that warms you more than love
Wait, this will come when you least think
In the meantime, hide your happy chest,
In order not to expose a burning heart,
Keep your hope, and when this happens,
Get up and let down your long hair to play with the wind ...
