Puede Que Puedad

And if one day I told you
that rocking my leaves
was not an easy thing
and you did it, with the desire
very sure to raise your own
how could you make me change like this,
you could make me part of you
in such a way that it seemed like spring
those two years of season.

When after so much verse
you gave me the yes,
with body and soul
we didn't delay in seeing that it had
something grand to love each other
and it was beyond
what is prescribed by those who say
they know everything, know themselves
and how little, I knew you.

And if one day I told you
you noticed how the
smile left us and the memory remained
of those afternoons by the river
with the sun in line, what times!
what happy days!
however it was, I don't remember
and I don't want to remember
but the sun gave me, half in the face
confining me to oblivion
without looking for your name
and to cry with you
if there is a reunion
one bad day, it might
you might be able to be.