Puente Pexoa
Ginette Acevedo
Pexoa Bridge
Do you remember, little buddy (my dear),
from Pexoa Bridge,
where I kissed you,
ecstatic in my lips (arms),
you kept saying to me,
I won't forget you.
Afternoon of sun,
faithful witness of love,
at Pexoa Bridge,
dear to my soul,
there was no pain.
How will it be,
in the cove the old ceibo,
the jasmine trees and orchids in bloom,
to whom the thrush sweetly sings.
I want to go back,
to gaze into your camba eyes,
and for you to kiss me like I kissed you,
under the shadow of the jacaranda.
And that long road,
that destiny today,
has taken me away from you,
distance will not be able,
to overcome the longing,
to unite you and me.
Then I will sing,
Evenings (afternoons) of love,
to that divine sky,
Correntino sky,
that sheltered us.
How will it be,
in the cove the old ceibo,
the jasmine trees and orchids in bloom,
to whom the thrush sweetly sings.
I want to go back,
to gaze into your camba eyes,
and for you to kiss me like I kissed you,
under the shadow of the jacaranda.
Do you remember, little buddy,
you kept saying to me,
I won't forget you.
