El milagro

We had committed suicide
the mistakes of the past,
heart...
and you were beating -dry branch-
as it beats on my wrist
my watch.
And we shouted together
the terrible thing of oblivion without reason,
with the mute voice of plaster,
without the grace of another kiss
nor the luck of another mistake.
And we walked without dawns
suicided... but now,
by miracle, I return.

And again, heart, you've been wounded...
But to love is to live again.
And today I saw that there are nests in the trees
and I noticed that in my window there is a carnation.
Why remember the sorrows!
To feel and to doubt, what for!
If it is love, heart, and it returns,
we must give love to each other as yesterday.

You know well that my madness
was to love her without measure
nor control.
And if at the end she wished
to kill you, she would kill you,
my heart.
Why shout now
that doubt devours me.
What's the use
if I have her here by my side
and I love her too much
much more than yesterday!
Today she has resurrected us
because God knows the past
and the miracle could be.