Estudiante

Girl from my neighborhood,
from the street date
that will never come back.
Melancholy
of remembering.

It was on the shady street a flower,
pretty as a sunny morning
and I a student
dreamer and lover,
that romance
would end.
Now that night falls in my heart,
the perfume of that illusion returns;
I dream of the light of a clear gaze,
soul that I cry when I mention.

In the years of my childhood
it was the most beautiful dream
that my mind longed for,
like a goddess
I loved her.