Flor Del Campo

When for the first time my lips kissed you
Under the blooming groves
Some birds flew, their flowers scattered
Falling like stars on your beloved shoulders

Do you remember the crystal-clear fountain
The carob trees you used to smoke
With their reddish edge flowers
And the nests hanging there

In your curls the flowers remained suspended
Forming a crown of white orange blossoms
That's how the curly groves crowned you
My beautiful little brunette, my beloved queen

Beloved field flower
Of that idyll that my soul mourns
Only the memory remains, little doll
Of those honey kisses from your mouth