El Portón de Mario
Leonardo Favio
Mario's Gate
It was a broken, fragile, and tender sparrow
That confused the Moon with the good Sun
He watered his laughter on the corners
Fresh, I stole coins thinking of you
Your acacia perfume filled my room
Owner of the stars and the ditch
Where one warm night of full Moon
In front of Mario's gate next to the
Roses, he thought of love
Under the roof made of hollow canes
My body burns, child dreaming of you
Little pants torn on the sidewalk
My hope, my thirst for love
Fearful, I watch you from the corner
Under the dim light of that lantern, and shy
Lover child, I bring coins that I
Stole this afternoon, woman only
Thinking of you
I don't forget your kisses or your caresses
Nor your laughter, nor my nerves, nor that smell
Of your acacia perfume, the ditches, nor that love
First, next to the roses in front of the gate
And that first love, woman
Next to the roses in front of the gate
