Canción de las simples cosas

One says goodbye insensibly
to small things
just like a tree that in autumn time
dies for its leaves.
In the end, sadness is the slow death
of simple things
of those simple things
that remain hurting in the heart.
One always returns to the old places
where one loved life
and then you understand
how absent the beloved things are.
So, young man, don't leave now
dreaming of the return
because love is simple
and simple things
time devours.
Stay here in the greater light
of this noon
where you will find
with bread in the sun the table set.