Truco sin raigón

 It is not to deny that equal I love thou,
 Is it my to contradict non fact so,
 In sound (son) of accuse to the course,
 The distance occurs and I separate,
 Of everything it splits for something sin nix event,
 Of vain we pass by the way,
 Because of it divine atemporal stratum,
 Never profane untimely piece,
 I want you is it, negative per fault,
 Ever since thought with enough calculation,
 Always integral, I measure it, and knock down,
 Every eternal obstacle, incomplete err,
 I am mine, the dreamer, stranger,
 Aspire to have it to my skin knotted,
 Tangle my desires between its nods,
 The life has flavor insisting cure,
 That color of dreams sight blur,
 The transparent of kiss I owe it to you,
 And know how scent, or the essence I got,
 Uh! I truck him for tact, and smell captivation, ton.

 Without money to what it serves purse,
 A useless paper for deliverer's role,
 Send it to rest of members of this operation,
 And the coin to billfold according to occasion,
 Exchange of benefits and remuneration,
 More for efforts and this way to get on,
 As result of my writer's labor,
 Pawned in its services, and pleasure, joy,
 The major profit that nobody estimated,
 Insuperable useful, to prize it prepared,
 Superior to any, to balance, and price, cost,
 Variable value of great magnitude, high tenor,
 One scale intangible, of each vector,
 Infallible force, in immense proportion,
 The excessive dimension with acceleration,
 Of properties, to the compass its composition,
 Music in my innermost being, gives reason to existence,
 I know supervise how much for you possess,
 And I to you belong, cuid of my adoration.