Viejos tiempos

Old childhood days
I remember fondly
the moments that passed
in my soul I have carried
as a relief of my life.

The fragrance of those times
are confused with your image
suffocating the torments
and the hours that fled
when I saw you for the first time, beloved well.

I remember that night of that carnival
when you were disguised as Pierrot Lunar
and together we sighed
a triumphant love
haloed with stars
in your radiance.
I remember that one of that carnival
with the stammering notes of a languid waltz
and in the nights of my neighborhood
your countenance appears to me
with caresses perfumed
by the flowers of the suburbs.

Palpitation of black eyes
of velvet mask
that fled from a madrigal
sung by red lips
that embellished my life.

Mascarita so dreamed of
the little girl from my neighborhood
little woman of my life
you were my little princess
and humble slave I always was of your haughtiness.

I remember that night of that carnival
when you were disguised as Pierrot Lunar
and together we sighed a triumphant love
haloed with stars in your radiance.

I remember that night of that carnival
with the stammering notes of a languid waltz
and in the nights of my neighborhood
your countenance appears to me
with caresses perfumed
by the flowers of the suburbs.