Celia

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

And I applaud you for forgetting so many things
Well, life gave you more thorns than roses
I celebrate that you are absent from living sorrows
Bravo, Mother! Let me kiss you on the forehead

Oh, Celia!

I know you still remember your children, Celia
When your eyes look at me fixedly
I know you remember, Celia, your shawl
What did you get this brat into?

And my childish mouth on your breast
I assure you, I have never tasted a better delicacy

Oh, Celia!

And when they shine, Celia, your sparse eyes
I know you still remember Marcos
When your man brought suitcases of love
I know you remember happy days

And I admire you for always forgetting the bad things
I imagine, because you still pray to the heavens for him

Oh, Celia!

I thank life, and I would make a claim
If you were to forget one day, mother, how much I love you