UNO.

One searches, full of hope, for the path that dreams once promised to one's yearning... One knows the struggle is cruel and immense, yet fights and bleeds driven by stubborn faith... One drags oneself through thorns, and in the zeal to give one's love, suffers and is shattered until realizing: that one is left without a heart... A price of punishment one pays for a kiss that never comes from a love that deceived... Now empty of loving and of weeping over such betrayal!

If only I had a heart... (The heart I gave away!...) If only I could, like yesterday, love without foreboding... It is possible that your eyes— which cry out your affection to me— I might have closed with my kisses... Without thinking they were like those other eyes—the wicked ones— that plunged my life into ruin. If only I had a heart... (The very one I lost!...) If I could forget the woman who, yesterday, shattered it... and could love you... I would cling to the dream of you and weep for your love...

But God brought you into my destiny without realizing it is too late and I won't know how to love you... Let me weep like one who suffers, while still alive, the torture of mourning one's own death... Pure as you are, you could have saved my hope with your love... One is so alone in one's pain... One is so blind in one's sorrow... But a cruel cold— worse than hatred, —that dead point of the soul, that hideous tomb of my love— cursed forever and stole from me... every dream!…