Or what to say?!? I lack words because with each encounter I love you more and more... I don't love you but because I love you and from loving you to not loving you I arrive and from waiting for you when I don't wait for you my heart goes from cold to fire. I love you only because I love you, I hate you endlessly, and hating you I beg you, and the measure of my traveling love is not seeing you and loving you like a blind man. Perhaps it will consume the light of January, its cruel ray, my whole heart, stealing the key to peace. In this story only I die and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, love, with blood and fire.