The love is the passion by the happiness of the other.
The soul that it loves and revealing it nonbear, with the reason pudorosa is concealed. It attracts a star to me who in the sky shines; I measure its height, in my ruindad repairs and, by fear to the ridiculous situation, I stop to me to take humble flower…. And womens that only recreate in your vanity of fell wished but you do not let yourselves to the adventure to live, IT IS BETTER TO DIE ALIVE…, THAT TO LIVE DEAD.
I am trying to find women whom they love to live…. I am so brave and enthusiastic as cyrano but… but attractive…