Today, as you see,
I’m gone again
with a tango that I cannot shout…
I, who lack your voice…
I, who can no longer speak…
Message
with which my old tenderness,
like a child,
is lending you courage…
I, who throughout the journey
suffered your insults
in my loneliness…
Never wish harm,
after all
life, what does it matter!
If it’s so finite and short
that in the end,
the string snaps…
Don’t be upset by the pain’s
tear,
and if love pays you heed,
do not deny your piece
of candor,
for trusting love is beautiful…
Good and nothing more,
for being good,
there’s no hatred, nor injustice, nor poison
that can harm…
And today, as I’m not here,
I’m sorry not to be
by your side, pulling together…
You, who made me cry…
you, who were all resentment…
Message…
Message with which I tell you
that I am your friend
and pull the cart with you…
I, so small and bare,
still help you,
close to God.
