Antes de Amarte

Before loving you, love, nothing was mine:
I hesitated through the streets and things:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
The world belonged to the air that waited.

I knew ashy salons,
Tunnels inhabited by the moon,
Cruel hangars that said goodbye,
Questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, and mute,
Fallen, abandoned, and decayed,
Everything was inalienably foreign,

Everything belonged to others and to no one,
Until your beauty and your poverty
Filled autumn with gifts