NIGHTINGALE

On  the green branch

A nightingale

On their songs

Melodies.Spring

Sturbbon a partner claim

Fullness  Noon.

Of the rose pure flame

The aroma spills out.

From the garden

Freshness

From the fountain

Cold water

The trickster babbling

Of my verses

Merriment

There would only be left

Wake up happy

In the lullaby

Of your eyes

My darling

Despertar feliz al arrullo

De tus ojos,vida mía