The Gypsy Heart

Under the roof of the blue dome,

When the rebellious wind mates with the stubborn waves,

your insurgent heart is born.

When the rays of the scorching sun cause the rocks of the rugged mountains to become dilapidated,

the firmness of your sturdy heart is revealed.

The resolute heart that gives your face its strong, determined countenance.

When the harsh winter tests the patience of the long-suffering forest,

your heart remains steadfast until the advent of the promised spring.

Your glowing heart always gives your enchanting eyes their captivating beauty.

The eyes that always receives their hazel colors whenever the autumn's leaves fall. 

and your hair gets its gleaming blackness,

when the autumn's misty moonless sky becomes covered with its fluffy clouds.

When the waves of the ocean summon your soul, that belongs to its depth, at its core,

your wild heart dances in this turbulent ocean,

as its rough waves resonate, so deeply, with your wild rhythm of life.

You always dance barefoot on the sands of your dreamy oceans.

Producing seismic waves of happiness,

into the bark of the trees that rehearse your singing,

when they emit their aromatic breath,

which enlivens the somber heart of the inert horizon.

You real abode always resides deep into my soul,

as an eternal calling that calls for the wild freedom.

The wild freedom that inhibits my throbbing heart,

whenever it overflows with the stubborn, rebellious, unbridled love.