Could you perhaps be called simply María..!
I don’t know if you were the echo of an old song,
but a long, long time ago, you were deeply mine
over a sad landscape, fainted with love…
Autumn brought you, wetting with agony,
your poor little hat and the brown coat…
You were like the street of Melancholy,
that rained… rained over my heart..!
María..!
In the shadows of my room,
your steps come back…
María..!
And it’s your voice, small and sad,
the one from the day you said:
‘There’s nothing left between us..’
María..!
The most mine..! The Distant one..!
If only you’d return one morning
along the streets of goodbye..!
Your eyes were harbors that held absent,
their horizon of dreams and a silence of flowers…
But your gentle hands returned, present,
to cure my fever, faded with love…
An Autumn brought you..! Your name was María,
and I never knew anything of your unhappy path…
If you were like the landscape of Melancholy,
that rained… rained, over the gray street…