El Portón de Mario

It was a broken sparrow, fragile and beautiful
Confusing the Moon with the good Sun

He spread his fresh laughter in the corners
I stole coins thinking of you

Your acacia perfume filled my room
Owner of the stars and the drainage ditch
Where one warm night under a full Moon
In front of Mario's gate, next to the
Roses, you made love to me

Under the stretched roof of hollow reeds
My body burns, kid, dreaming of you
Little pants torn on the sidewalk
My hope walks through, my thirst for love

Fearfully, I watch you from the corner
Under the dim light of that streetlamp
Shy lover, kid, I bring coins
That I stole this afternoon, woman, just
Thinking of you

I don’t forget your kisses or your caresses
Nor your laughter, nor my nerves, nor that smell
Of fennel and the little noise of the ditches
And that first love
Next to the roses in front of the gate

And that first love, woman
Next to the roses in front of the gate