Poema

It was a dream of sweet love,
hours of joy and love.
It was yesterday's poem
that I dreamed of golden color.
Vain chimeras that the heart
will never be able to decipher.
So fleeting a dream,
it was a dream of love,
of adoration!...

When the flowers of your rosebush
come back to bloom more beautifully,
you will remember my love
and you will know
all my intense evil...

Of that intoxicating poem
nothing remains between the two of us.
With my sad goodbye
you will feel the emotion
of my pain!...