El hipo

At a quarter to nine was his last word;
you can imagine how happy I was -that night I didn't even sleep-;
It was Tuesday, Tuesday the thirteenth, but what did it matter?
and at a quarter to nine he was there 'like iron'.

She said: Clavelina... I said: Pomuceno....
I could feel my heart pounding,
when she said: Let's walk!..., I told her: Let's walk!
and just when she declared me this hiccup, she snapped at me...

You know that I love you, that I love you with my soul,
that this affection is so great that it breaks my heart,
that my nights are very long, that I don't even have the consolation
of looking into your big eyes and telling you about my passion...

I would like to be a sidewalk to feel her little steps,
to be the breeze that caresses her virginal little body,
and she looked at me smiling, with a tone of a smile on her face,
she laughed at me and left without saying hello...

I still can't explain what happened that night,
so sure that I was going to win her heart,
because of this hiccup that I don't know where it came from,
when I most needed the words of love...

Some say that this hiccup is my grandmother's inheritance,
or of Hipólito, my uncle; the only thing I know,
that because of the damned hiccups I was left without Clavelina,
and that I'm all burnt out from the summer I spent...