Where will the stranger have a piece of my heart?

Where will you be?
I was wondering about a cold October morning, where will be the stranger who will have a part of my heart?
Where will you be? I was wondering about a cold October morning, where will be the stranger who will have a part of my heart? Where will the aforementioned be with the brightest look? Her elegant dark hair, her penetrating radiant eyes as precious as the diamond, your lover's lips, sweet and cold as the crystalline water that refreshes in the lakes and rivers, remember how moved the shadow of your waist so restless of such lust, of all those mornings of learning of fields as the culture supporting the reproaches, I saw you dazzled, Who will be that stranger to which my heart so much longed ?, separated by the years, distanced by strata,
your dark honey eyes connected with my eyes, or your sweet voice resplendent with that smile that sweetened even the most acid and salty person. Strange for me as it happened, I wondered what you did in me since the name of that stranger in my heart was tattooed, it was as simple and as beautiful as roses or waves, like the poetry of Neruda or the paintings of Picasso do not compare how beautiful your smile is on those sunny days; So much that you are for me and so little I know you.