Sometimes I wonder if loving you
or if forgetting would be a better destiny,
if perhaps your absence is the best fate
and that the full happiness is not to see you.

I don't know if your presence is a luck
that accompanies the path on which I walk
or if it is a serious blunder
to shelter me with your shadow of death.

I go mad with so much uncertainty
while I am discerning the evil and the good,
that fills my life with sorrow.

And I become my own hostage
because loving you is the summit of pain
but not loving you hurts too.