María

Perhaps your name was only Maria..!
I don't know if you were the echo of an old song,
but long ago, you were deeply mine
over a sad, love-fainted landscape...

Autumn brought you, wet with agony,
your poor little hat and the brown coat...
You were like the street of Melancholy,
that rained...rained on my heart..!

Maria..!
In the shadows of my room
it's your step that returns...

Maria..!
And it's your voice, small and sad,
the one from the day you said:
'There's nothing between us anymore..'

Maria..!
The most mine..! The Distant..!
If you were to return another morning
through the streets of farewell..!

Your eyes were ports that kept absent,
their horizon of dreams and a silence of flower...
But your good hands, returned present,
to heal my fever, faded with love...

An Autumn brought you..! Your name was Maria,
and I never knew anything about your unhappy path...
If you were like the landscape of Melancholy,
that rained...rained, on the gray street...