Clavel

Carnation
that adorned the patios
of our old heritage.
Carnation
who did not grow you
in the garden
of my city?
Carnation
that bloomed in the hair
of the girls, with eagerness.
Carnation
and then perfumed
the heart
of some ladies' man.

Your story became porteña,
you little carnation bursting,
the troperos were looking for you
when you arrived at the corralón...
And then, behind your ear
they would show you off with love,
until, at last, you slept
in the robe of another flower...

Carnation
that died in the book
of a suburban bride.
Carnation
the same one that marked
the leaves of
his fatal love.
Carnation
that perfumed the tango
in the patios of the percal.
Carnation
you deserve the sound
of a sentimental
sentimental song.