May you always be my beloved.
May I always be your beloved!
O my lady! Were it up to me,
I would have invented a year special to you.
You can style its days or lean back on its weeks the way you like.
You can be under its sun, or dance and run on its months bed of sand.
In my special way and rejecting all the classical expressions that men keep saying for women.
I wish you a happy new year.
We will not buy a tree this year.
You will be my tree.
And I will hang on you all my wishes, my prayers and the lamps of shinning tears.
