Alma en pena

Time has not yet succeeded in
to carry away his memory,
erase the tenderness
that keep written
his withered letters
that so many readings
with tears I faded...
She did forget me!....
And today in front of her door
I hear her happy,
I perceive her laughter
and I hear that to another
she tells the same
lies that she tells me...

Soul... that in sorrow you go wandering,
come to his door
beg him in tears:
Hey... forgive me if I ask you
crumbs of oblivion
that makes you happy...
You taught me to love and I have known!
And having learned it
of love kills me...
And I'm learning to hate you..,
just to forget you
I cannot learn.

That voice that I hear again
one day it was mine,
and today it is only
the echo that illuminates
my poor soul in pain,
that falls dying
at the foot of her balcony...
That voice that I cursed
today I hear that to another
promises glory,
and I close my eyes,
and it is an alms
of love, which I collect
with my heart.