| The pernicious jealousies. The Stopwatch runs surprised, Troubled on having seen the human being, Fighting to stand out against the others, Judging the honesty with trauma That are jealousies of your own soul. If you must give love, it loves the others, He trusts in the gifts of the humanity, It is not necessary to imprison in the own truth, Flushed bonfires of forts you call, That are jealousies of your own soul. If the soul that your lights alone landlady, It will dedicate his votes to another temple, Nobody surprises, oh loved, the example In your suspicion of your new flame, That are jealousies of your own soul. Mas I, though your beauty disarms me, When I contemplate more observante, A sorrow of the severe rigor in my does temple And I approve the ruins of my reputation, That are jealousies of your own soul. Do not ignore, even the one who adores adores you, That none deserves such a reward From your love to his anxieties and sleeplessnesses; Of exceeded zeals enslaved That are jealousies of your own soul. Since his rustic finenesses tarnish If he aspires to more than at the mercy immense And to the unstable prize of your formalities, That the love only bends to a branch, That are jealousies of your own soul. Loving is to trust even in the bitter airs, In the imaginary invented tempests, When a soul loves two hearts join, Two minds be founded on an alone lover, That the rest are jealousies of your own soul. They say that the one that loves jealousies must feel, To <b>...</b> | Views: 69 9 ratings |