Poema 20

I can write the saddest verses tonight.

Writing, for example: 'The night is starry,
and they shiver, blue, the stars, in the distance.'

The night wind spins in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her fixed, big eyes.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I don't have her. To feel that I lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls into the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

That's all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not content with having lost her.

As if to bring her closer, my gaze searches for her.
My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, those of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, it's true, but how much I loved her.
My voice sought the wind to touch her ear.

From another. It will be from another. Like before my kisses.
Her voice, her clear body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, it's true, but maybe I still love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.

Because on nights like this, I held her in my arms,
My soul is not content with having lost her.

Even if this is the last pain she causes me,
and these are the last verses I write for her.