 FIRST
LOVE
Shall we part?
Shall we call it even
by breaking both hearts.
Erase all the memories
wash away the tracks
of a love endured
for good and for bad.
And when winter comes,
with its silver hair,
after all the Mrs. and exes unbeared.
Will you think of me,
only once again,
when you sigh and realize
that we should have stayed.
Lourdes Urrea (1974)
"Déjame que te cante
con mi voz marina
y que te mire...
como jamás volverán
a mirarte ojos humanos"
Reconocimiento
 Longing
In the mellow weeping of the leaves,
I sense a song of remembrance.
Everything here cries your absence,
even the sun has been hiding behind the clouds
since you have gone. |
