You…
With golden hair, like fields of wheat, 
Bathed in the glow of a radiant summer sun.

You…
With golden hair, like fields of wheat, 
Bathed in the glow of a radiant summer sun.

With golden hair, like fields of wheat, 
Bathed in the glow of a radiant summer sun.
With deep blue eyes, like the vast ocean, 
Contrasting with mine, dark as the serene night.

To you,
I love you with strength and intensity, 
Like the rain that fervently kisses 
The southern earth, in my beloved Chile, 
Where the soul merges with the sea 
And every heart embraces vibrant stories.

To you,
I love you under the cloudy sky, 
While the playful wind surrounds us, 
And in the whisper of the waves along the coast, 
I find you, the spell that guards the ocean and its odyssey.

To you,
I see you in the still dreamy dawn, 
Beneath the full moon and burning stars, 
In the northern desert, where dreams 
Bloom like vibrant flowers in the still hot earth.

I…
I love the melancholy in the song of the birds 
And the joyful echoes of mischievous children, 
Hidden, seeking forgotten dreams 
Under the golden veil of the afternoon’s embrace and its kisses.

I,
Am amazed by your essence, bright and pure, 
With your fears and sweet longings. 
I imagine you in the cottages of Chiloé, 
Where the wind sways you, and your soul takes flight.

I,
See you sailing a thousand seas, challenging storms, 
At the world’s ends, 
Yet you dwell here, among gentle hills, 
In the embrace of nights that feel eternal 
And the turquoise reflection of divine waters.
In enchanted forests with hidden magic, 
Where the trees whisper ancient secrets, 
You are here, in every distant corner, 
An eternal heartbeat that lives in my chest.

I want…
You and me 
To become one heart, 
A laughter that envelops us, 
You and me, in the dawn and the dusk 
Of the same square.

You and me 
Will become an intertwined story, 
Woven with the thread of existence, 
Where every heartbeat holds its own essence.
You and me 
Will become more than languages or countries, 
We will be more than Chile or Canada, 
You and me will become stories, 
Dreams of love in their delight