Happy Birthday!
... He visto desde mi ventana
la fiesta del poniente en los cerros lejanos.
A veces como una moneda
se encendía un pedazo de sol entre mis manos.
Yo te recordaba con el alma apretada
de esa tristeza que tú me conoces.
Entonces, dónde estabas?
Entre qué gentes?
Diciendo qué palabras?
Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe
cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?
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... I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
3 comments:
Ah, nice one.
Of course, anyone who knew Chris knows that right after giving that angelic look, his eyes would twinkle and narrow, he'd take a demure pull on his cocktail, and he'd make some scatalogical remark about some queen across the room.
*sigh*
is this your spaniard?
Oh goodness, lynette, I wish I had a "spaniard".
This is my late friend Chris.
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