Celia

I know you remember, Celia, your swing
The one you hung from the stars
I know you remember, Celia, a clean love
Of sunny days, of beautiful nights

And I applaud you for forgetting so many things
Well, life gave you more thorns than roses
I celebrate that you are absent from living sorrows
Bravo, mother! Let me give you a kiss on the forehead
Oh, Celia!

I know that you still remember your children, Celia
When your eyes look at me
I know you remember, Celia, your shawl
What did you wrap this brat in?

And my little childish mouth on your breast
I assure you, I have never tasted a better delicacy
Oh, Celia!

And when they shine, Celia, your sparse eyes
I know you still remember Marcos
When your man brought suitcases of love
I know you remember happy days

And I admire that you always forget the bad things
I imagine, because you still pray to the heavens for him
Oh, Celia!

I thank life, and I would make a claim to it
If you forget one day, mother, how much I love you