La cachila

Me too in other times,
that I never forget,
with my love and your kindness,
just like the cachila,
I made my nest.
In your love I quenched my thirst
my thirst and my madness
in your pure water
and my blood with tenderness
drop by drop I offered you.

But one night an evil, fatal wind
a gale
without compassion
destroyed our home.

I never thought,
alas, I never thought
to suffer
fatality.
Sorrow and affliction
in solitude
with their thorns
tear more.
Of that love,
sun of youth,
that was an altar
today only remains
this anguish without end
desolation of the heart.

Never again will my sad eyes
will see your dawn
and my poor heart,
like the cachila,
cries with sorrow.
My tremendous loneliness
is drowned with the cry
of my sleeplessness
since the day that up to heaven
the Supreme took you.