Fruta amarga

Heart!
On that long night
the bitter fruit ripened
from this immense loneliness.
Heart!
In the clouds of what sky
will the sadness of your flight
wander without consolation?

I know it well...
That hallucinating cold
of a moment, blinded me!
It was in a wind of madness,
without tenderness, without forgiveness.
It was in the hoarse cry
of a crazed love
of pain.

You were the sunlight
and the happy song
and the gray drizzle
at my window.
You were a faithful haven
and a dreamy elf
and a jasmine in bloom
and you were morning.
Soft murmur...
Hill wind...
Warm cooing of the dove.
You will never again be the scent of a rose,
the freshness of a spring in my destiny.
You will only be the voice that makes me remember
that in a cruel moment I made you cry.

You are not here anymore!
And the memory is a mirror
that reflects from afar
your sadness and my wickedness.
You are not here anymore!
And your lengthening absence
tastes like bitter fruit,
like punishment and loneliness.
Heart!
A cloud veiled
the sky of both of us.
And a cloud alone
suddenly lost me.
A cloud without sense,
without mercy, without forgetfulness,
without forgiveness!