I´m looking inside for
The particles of my past
Putting all together
To compose a neat contrast

And now, in the middle
I have found what ever lasts
Blowing like spring air
Is the love which brings a blast

I feel my prior time
Like a pantomine
In which what is prime
Never comes again

Meanwhile your living
Is going on

Love I have discovered
In the core of human frame
Where all is always changing
Love is every time the same

It´s the force of past
To give me impulse to win the game
At the end of my way
Love cleans all my harshest blames away

I feel my prior time
As if was a crime
In which I think I´m
Who feels and gives pain

Meanwhile your living
Is going on