Percal

Cotton...
Do you remember the cotton?
You were fifteen years old,
Longing to suffer and love,
To go downtown, succeed
And forget the cotton.
Cotton...
The path of cotton,
You left your home...
Maybe we got it wrong.
All I know is that in the end
You forgot the cotton.

Youth has gone...
Your home is no longer there...
And in the past thrown away
Have remained
Cowed
Your cotton and my past.
Youth has gone...
I no longer expect...
Better to leave lost
The longings that have not been
And the cotton dress.

Cry...
Why are you going to cry?...
Haven't you lived,
Haven't you learned to love,
To suffer, to wait,
And also to be silent?
Cotton...
These are cotton things...
Knowing that you are suffering
Knowing that you will suffer even more
And knowing that in the end
You didn't forget the cotton.
Cotton...
Sadness of cotton.