Dondequiera Que Estés

Wherever you are, you will be glad to know that no matter how thin the path was, I did not sell your silk handkerchief for a piece of bread and that I never, no matter how tired I was, abandoned your memory on the roadside and no matter how cold my sad night was, I did not throw into the fire a single one of the kisses you gave me. For you, my sun shone brightly one day and when I think of you, it shines again without being tarnished by the melancholy of fleeting eternal loves.
Wherever you are, you will be glad to know that I could forget you and I have not wanted to, and no matter how cold my sad night is, I do not throw into the fire a single one of the kisses you gave me. Wherever you are... if you remember me.