Pedacito de cielo

The house had a gate
painted with complaints
and love songs.
The night filled with dark circles
the gate, the ivy
and the old balcony...
I remember that you used to laugh then
if I read to you
my best verse
and now, caprice of time,
reading those verses
we both cry!
The years of childhood
have passed, have passed...
The gate is asleep from so much silence
and in that little piece of heaven
your joy and my love remained.
The years have passed
terrible, wicked,
leaving that hope that will not come
and I remember your mischievous gesture
after that kiss
stolen by chance...
Perhaps with the breeze
your warm laughter cooled,
your clear voice...
Maybe your dark circles escaped
the gate, the ivy
and the old balcony...
Your eyes of burnt sugar
had golden distances
in the sun...
And today you want to find like back then
the trembling bronze gate
full of love!...