La Ultima Hazaña de Otoño

With forced meekness the exhausted leaf
Witnesses its suicidal pirouette, its final feat

With the vertigo of a furtive glance towards the beloved
Falling, evoking its life, the wind will be its pillow

Evokes the wrathful promise of a repentant
And the tired sob of a lonely old man who cried there

Evokes rounds of children
Lovers' kisses
And the masterful silence of the afternoon
That oversaw it

The tree's costume falls
My tear falls on your marble
And it runs through the contours of your name as if nothing

Our castle falls
The sweet shine fades
From the rusty crown and its silent abode

Weak foundations of palaces in the wind
Faint memories.. Intense sufferings!

I must guess the melody of the ancient
Restore the wing to an angel and send it to be with you

Rocking in the blizzards with its simple rhythm
Covering the eternal cold with a fleeting yellow cloak

The trembling leaf shudders and exhales its last breath
Its veins crack.. It knows the moment has come

And fascination and delirium surrender
Plentiful with peace!, overflowing with oblivion

Extravagance of dreams in screams that tear through the windows
My (lethargic) nostalgia is spread by agonizing gales