Love, when it reveals itself, is not known to reveal. He knows how to look at her, he does not know how to speak. Who wants to say what he feels Does not know what to say. Speech: it seems that mind Cala: seems to forget Ah, but if she guessed, If she could hear the look, And if a glance was enough for her to know that they are loving her! But who is sorry, shut up; Who wants to say how much it feels It is without soul nor speech, It is alone, entirely! But if I can tell you what I do not dare tell you, I will not have to tell you anymore because I'm telling you.