VILLANUEVERA

Woman who was born in my town
Close to the river in front of the mountains
For you, the sea is seen in its sky
Above your Villanueva-like shadow
For you who keep from childhood
That fragrance, that tenderness
For you who cry in silence
My sorrows and not yours
Today I will dedicate the natural spring
Of a town in my poem and I will guess
The nights that, upon leaving, spoke to you of my absence
I know that everything has a place
To reflect your tears and sorrows
Then I will be silent because you are rightfully
More noble than sincere
I know I have nothing and it is only your suffering
There and I bring vanities that you are not

I don't know what sorrows drove me crazy
I don't know what sorrows, I am singing to you
Will my sorrows for you be of love, your absence is my grief
Maybe the same memory
Gives me the great conclusion

For you, the Sun tastes like wine to me
In little mornings Villanueva-like
For you who keep in winter
The calm waters under your silks
I know everything is lost
That once again the sand surrounds
I know that tomorrow you will leave, leaving me in spring
I know that in front of the world I am a man of glass
With a transparent soul
I know by your sweet gaze that you can understand
What no one understands
Once again I find myself in the same place
To start anew
I know I will walk a path just like
My old paths
I know nothing is like yesterday
But then a conclusion will come and always
A new dawn arrives

I don't know what sorrows drove me crazy
I don't know what sorrows I am singing to you
Will my sorrows for you be of love
I don't know if it is my grief
Maybe the same memory gives me the great conclusion