Alma En Pena

Even time has not managed
to take away her memory,
erase the tenderness
that are written
in her withered letters
that I read with tears...
She did forget me!...
And today in front of her door
I hear her happy,
I sense her laughter
and I hear her telling another
the same lies she told me...

Soul... wandering in pain,
come close to her door
plead with tears:
Listen... forgive me if I ask you
for crumbs of forgetfulness
that make you happy...
You taught me to love and I have known!
And having learned it
kills me with love...
And as I am learning even to hate you,
just to forget you
I cannot learn.

That voice I hear again,
was once mine,
and today it is barely
the echo that illuminates
my poor soul in pain,
which falls dying
at the foot of her balcony...
That voice I cursed,
today I hear her promising another
glory,
and I close my eyes,
and it is a gift
of love, that I pick up
with my heart.