Flor de lino

She shed nights waiting in vain for me to give her a kiss,
but I dreamed of the big kiss of the earth in heat.
Linen flower,
what a strange destiny
truncated a path
of flax in bloom...

I was shedding nights when I was waiting for her on that path,
full of shame, like boys in a new suit:
how many things that went away,
and today they always return for the ever night of my loneliness!

I saw her bloom like the flax
of a sun-ripened Argentine field....
If I had come to understand her
I would have love on my ranch by now!
I saw her bloom, but one day,
I saw her bloom, but one day, the track that took her away!
Flor de Lino is gone
and today when the field is in bloom
ah malhaya! I miss her love.

There is a gate through which the memory returns to the love,
that the remorse of not having loved her always leaves open:
Flor de Lino,
I see you in the star
that illuminates the trace
of my solitude...
She was opening nights when she was waiting for me as I am waiting for her,
full of hopes, like a poor gaucho when he arrives in town,
flower of absence, your memory
always haunts me through the everlasting night of my loneliness...