La Espera
José Luis Perales
The Wait
He came from far away to the valley
He bought a white house by the river
At the foot of the mountains
Covered in dew and lazy
The violets slept
On the bank of yellow poplars
He planted a willow and a cypress in that corner
And in a cool shade, a hazelnut tree
On the banks, lilies and lilies
And in the courtyard, orange trees
He adorned the balconies with a thousand geraniums
And at the door, a rosebush of white roses
He dressed in his Sunday best
And sat down to wait for her
He thought that at any moment
She would arrive
He checked his watch and smiled
The sun slowly faded on the path
And he fell asleep thinking of her, by the fire
Spring passed and summer
The autumn rains and winter
The snow on the mountains
The sun timidly entered without permission
Through the windows
Peppermint grew on the path
The willow and cypress remained in their corner
And in that cool shade, the hazelnut tree
On the banks, lilies and lilies
And in the courtyard, orange trees
Aromas of geranium on the balconies
And at the door, the rosebush of new roses
He put on his Sunday best again
Every spring
Thinking that at any moment
She would arrive
He checked his watch and smiled
The sun slowly faded on the path
And he grew old thinking of her
By the fire
