Ramito De Violeta

She was happy in her marriage
But her husband was the same demon
The man had a bit of a bad temper
She complained that he was never tender
It's been more than three years now
She receives letters from a stranger
Letters full of poetry
That have brought joy back to her

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Who was writing verses to you, tell me girl who was it
Who sent you flowers in the spring
Who every ninth of November
As always and without a card yes yes yes
Sent you your bouquet of violets

Sometimes she dreams and imagines
What that person, who hurts her so much, will be like
Maybe he's a man with gray hair
Open smile and tenderness in his hands
Who could that be, what a silence
Who could be her secret love
She who knows nothing looks at her husband and
Then falls silent

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And every evening when her husband returns
Tired from work
She looks at him sideways, doesn't say anything because he knows everything
She's happy in any way
Because he's the one who writes her verses
He is her lover, her secret love
She who knows nothing looks at her husband and
Then falls silent

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