El Puente de Los Suspiros

Hidden little bridge
Among foliage and yearnings
Laid out little bridge
Over the wound
Of a ravine
Thoughts sprout
Your wood
The heart clings
To your balusters

Sleeping little bridge
And among whispers
In the longing
Embraced by memories
Ravines and stairways
Bridge of sighs
I want you to keep
In your pleasant silence
My confidence

My bridge is a poet
Who waits for me
With his quiet wood
Every evening
And sighs and I sigh
He welcomes me and I leave him
Alone over his wound
His ravine

And the old sayings
Are singing
About the unfair distance
Of the lover
His defeated resolves
Defeated by the fig trees
With buried roots
In his beloved

My bridge is a poet
Who waits for me
With his quiet wood
Every evening
And sighs and I sigh
He welcomes me and I leave him
Alone over his wound
His ravine

And the old sayings
Are telling
About the unfair distance
Of the lover
His defeated resolves
Defeated by the fig trees
With buried roots
In his beloved.

Sleeping little bridge ...