Vieja luna

As the sun long ago cheered me in the daytime
today the moon's caress cheers me at night.
My bohemia sinks in its melancholy,
my bohemia seeks it mysterious and fatal.
If I am alone in my room, in my dreary room,
solitude tinged with cigarette and coffee,
I open the window wide and the moon kisses me.
and the moon kisses me with a kiss of faith.

Old moon
that you brought the fortune
of your silver and your kindness.
Old moon
I love you like no other,
as no one will ever love you.
You know
that the sorrow is a secret
that on full moon nights
I gently told you.
Old moon
I love you like no other,
as I will love no one else.

When I wander at night through my distant neighborhood
rambling about things that are not and will not be,
the moon gives me her arm, as if she were my brother,
and I tell her my sorrows, my unhappiness, my eagerness.
She is always beautiful, my poetic friend,
white, soft, discreet, dreamy, cordial.
If she sees me when I am sad, she caresses me, kisses me
and lights lanterns for my poor suburb.