Celia

I know you remember, Celia, your swing
The one you hung from the stars
I know you remember, Celia, a pure love
Of sunny days, of beautiful nights

And I applaud you for forgetting so many things
Since life gave you more thorns than roses
I celebrate that you live absent from your sorrows
Bravo, mother! Let me kiss you on the forehead

Oh, Celia!

I know you remember, Celia, even your kids
When your eyes look at me so fixed
I know you remember, Celia, your shawl
In which you wrapped this little brat

And my little mouth on your breast
I assure you, never tasted a better treat

Oh, Celia!

And when your eyes shine, Celia, so sparse
I know you still remember Marcos
When your man brought you love, sweet things
I know you recall happy days

And I admire you for always forgetting the bad
I can imagine, because you still ask the heavens for him

Oh, Celia!

To life, I give my thanks, and I’d make a claim
If you ever forgot, mother, how much I love you