Do you come at this time to tell me that you are leaving?
I have waited so long for this day ... or night
you couldn't wait until tomorrow
or at least that stopped raining,
you just make the bed and kiss my hands like any other.
Already the white lilies that you sowed have flowered,
the bells of the procession are already ringing ...
the young people dressed in their white robes
have also awaken early to make the representation
that each year puts us to work until late...
and you decide to return with your husband,
in the middle of the storm that consumes me inside.
Have you forgot the blows?
Have you forgot the slanders?
but how to tell you not to forgive him,
if it is the faith I profess,
how can I ask you to stay,
if I am the one who is left over…
How can I put myself in front of so many people to lavish hope,
if this life that I chose weighs me down so much,
especially on cold winter nights,
while I wait for nothing else until dawn.
How can I look you in the eye to tell you that I love you,
if just feeling that way is a sin ...
Go away but,
if you think that you will not return,
Have with you more than just a change,
that I intend to lose myself with you in the jungle of a passion
that makes you say that you are mine.
Go away but,
if you do not plan to return,
get on your knees and pray with me a Hail Mary,
I need strength to face the life I have chosen ...