Las Damas que Pasan

I dedicate this poem to the one who was so loved
For fleeting moments
To the woman of my nights, who left at dawn
Without ever telling me about herself
To the one who drank from my springs and whose mystery I miss
Like a distant star
To the one who let me be free and as free as the air
As free as her scent
To the one who owes me a second by opening her warm arms
Crossed our path
To the one who performed the miracle of turning pain into gold
Enchanting this world again
To the one who placed by our side, beside the damned
The flag of truth
To that brave figure, with her wonderful grace
Filled us with happiness

To the one who never returns, to the one who kept her enigma
That you all know
To the one I won’t stop loving, with whom I didn’t finish dancing
I offer a bouquet of flowers

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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Uh-uh-uh-uh
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