Me besó y se fue
José Canet
He Kissed Me and Left
Yesterday, on a bench in the old square
that adorns my town where I was born,
I sadly realized that life goes by,
that life goes by taking me with it.
And it took me so long to understand,
she had to walk away, the one I adored,
to make me realize that unknowingly
my faith was dying on her lips.
Sitting on the bench, I remembered the afternoons
when we, very close, weaved together
the fiery romance of a healthy love,
a crazy provincial who dreamed of love.
She was a goddess who came to my town
to forget her boredom, defeated perhaps,
she lulled herself in my song, divine and tyrannical,
and one gray morning she kissed me and left.
And I have been left alone, with my thoughts,
in the old square that saw me grow up,
that heard in silence so many oaths
pious lies from that woman.
How many crazy dreams, my enchantment forged
when in her embrace her voice lulled me.
A passing bird that, eager for kisses,
lit on my mouth, kissed me and left.
Sitting on the bench, I remembered the afternoons
when we, very close, weaved together
the fiery romance of a healthy love,
a crazy provincial who dreamed of love.
She was a goddess who came to my town
to forget her boredom, defeated perhaps,
she lulled herself in my song, divine and tyrannical,
and one gray morning she kissed me and left.
