Muse,
You are the moon,
You are the stars,
You are the rose that never withers,
your
my muse,
The source of the river,
A wonderful muse for this verse of you,
Your,
The sweetie of the Quixotes of this era, and that is that you,
You are the spring of the heart and I continue,
There is no smile on this earth like yours,
Like you,
This is,
An unfinished work,
For now,
For now...
Carlitos Hurtado
