Mi amigo

Why do you have dark circles this afternoon?
Where were you, love of the early morning
When I searched for your cowardly paleness
In the snow without the Sun of the pillow?

You have the cold line of your lips
Cold from some sinful kiss
A kiss that I don't know who gave you
But I'm sure someone did

What black velvet darkens you
The profile of your eyes of good wheat?
What blue of vein or map condemns you
To the honey whip of my punishment?

And why did you cause me this pain
If you know, oh love, You know it well!
That you are my friend
My friend
My friend!