I dreamed you, without knowing who dreamed....
In the large fireplace crepitaban flames, the afternoon moved behind the window.

I've seen in my dreams as a ghost, high Reed kept to the air of my soul. I've seen ennobled by distant stars, troubled with the rush of my own nostalgia.

You dream about the quiet carpet, kneeling. You dream as a Prince of the count of fairy, as a blond Viking with silver shield.

I love you much until exhausted, well I always feel my love God! me afraid the vacuum that I have in the soul, the cold that freezes me when the spell goes.

I love you much with a love without a break, with a love without end as the gods love, as the stars, beasts and plants.

I am jealous