Los Amantes
Mocedades
The Lovers
Take twenty years of naive walking
Take my past that doesn't really exist
Take my person and something more
And all that they made me hide.
To make the greatest poem to love
You need sorrows that only I know how to give
I'm not a one-day flower, I'm not a flower
I'm a bush, I'm perennial, I'm greenery.
The lovers
Are two rivers in one channel
Alone they are born
Together the lovers die.
The lovers
Are two verses, one sentence
They fight, they lie down
And in the truce they are lovers.
The love I feel is neither invented nor given
It's not even like a suit easy to wear
You have to work on it, you have to fight
Only if the seed is good will it be born.
Take twenty white flowers, I have no more
And between your two most beautiful pages close them
When time passes, free them
If they still have scent, we can talk.
