El recodo

Your tenderness and my passion,
your joy and my song,
are yesterday's chapters.
It was your love wine and honey
that I drank with fruition;
your laughter, a rattle
that gladdened my heart.
It was your voice "yaraví"
that rocked my dreams
and your faith ignited in me
the anxiety to triumph.
It was only by losing you that I learned
how much your love was worth!
And I, who always laughed
I knew how to cry with pain.
You were an angel, I know.
You flooded me with light.
And your wings I nailed
the cross of my pride.

My good, what treacherous bend
of the triumphal path
stalked our love
in its deadly trap
to blind us and cause us
so much evil?
My good, what treacherous bend
without reason or mercy
diverted our love
from the happiness
that you cradled
and my anxiety dreamed of?

It was my clumsy and vain pride!
A bend of mirage
where the dream crashed
and the future rolled into the abyss.
To this desolate abyss
where everything is inclemency,
where I live tortured
and the cold of your absence
freezes my heart.