Penas Y Alegrias Del Amor

Look how my skin reacts
when I remember you,
through my throat rises
a river of fresh blood
from the wound that pierces
from one side to the other of my body,
I have nails in my hands
and knives in my fingers,
and on my temple a crown
made of black pins.
Look how my skin reacts
every time I remember
that I am a married man...
and yet I love you.
Between your house and mine
there is a wall of silence,
of nettles and thistles,
of lime, sand, and wind,
of dark honeysuckles
and lurking glass...
a wall so that never
can the town jump over it
that is lurking the key
that guards our secret,
if I know well that you love me
and you know that I love you,
and we both know it
and no one can know it.

I leave my house for the countryside
only with your thoughts,
to caress alone
the fabric of that handkerchief
that you dropped one Sunday
when you were coming from the town
and that I have never told you,
my love, that I have it,
and I squeeze it between my hands,
just like a new lemon,
and I look at your initials
and repeat them in silence
to make sure even the countryside doesn't know
how much I love you...

Yesterday in the new square,
life, don't do it again,
I saw you kiss my child,
my youngest child.
And how you kissed him,
oh Virgin of Remedies,
that was the first time
you gave me a kiss.
I ran to my house,
lifted my child from the ground
and without anyone seeing me,
like a thief in hiding,
on his poppy face
your kiss bit my mouth.

Oh, what joy and what pain
to love you as I do!
Look, whatever happens,
even if the sky collapses,
even if your name and mine
are trampled on the ground,
even if the earth opens up
and even if the town knows it
and they raise our flags
of love to the four winds,
keep loving me like this
torment of my torments.
Oh, what joy and what pain...
to love you as I do.