Romance de barrio

First the distant April rendezvous,
your dark balcony, your old garden.
Later the letters of feverish pulse
lying no, swearing yes.

Neighborhood romance your love and my love.
First a love, then a pain,
for faults we never had,
for faults we should have both suffered.

Today you will live
despising me, perhaps without dreaming
that I regret not being able to have you
the pain of not knowing how to forget.
Today you will be
as never far from me,
far from so much crying.
It was because
that spite blinded you as it did me,
without looking that in the rancor of goodbye
you punished your heart with cruelty.
It was because
that suddenly we didn't know how to think,
that it is easier to renege and leave
than to live without forgetting.

Ashes of time the date of April,
your dark balcony, your old garden
the letters drawn with a feverish hand
lying no, swearing yes.
Your voice and my voice return defeated
bringing back with tones of horror
the faults we never had
the faults we should have paid for both of us.