from all the graces of my homeland
I chose only your savage heart.

I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you this way because I know no other way to love,

I love you like the plant that does not bloom
and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,

I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.
In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

I crown you, small monarch of my bones,

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold,
my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on your forehead,
love, I love you because you are clear and dark.