La Primera Vez
José Luis Perales
The First Time
She got tired of waiting
and fell asleep around three
she had in front of her
that empty armchair
it was probably the first time
the fire was fading
in a white silence
the sun kissed her forehead and woke her up.
Who would have stolen her heart
Who would have pampered her
Where would she have spent the night
Who would have kissed her
Who would have made her coffee today
Who would have woken her up
Who would have caressed her back
Who would have loved her.
The morning began and on the clock
it was almost ten
she heard his steps
climbing the stairs
and she dressed in pride
to not cry,
he remained silent,
he looked into her eyes
He caressed her hands,
he conquered her.
Who would have stolen her heart
Who would have pampered her
Where would she have spent the night
Who would have kissed her
Who would have made her coffee today
Who would have woken her up
Who would have caressed her back
Who would have loved her.
