Se fue sin decirme adiós

The unlit window trembled
and the little blue house dressed in silver...
Moonlight through the windowpanes...
Alone the street!... And more alone my pain!...
We both spoke of living
and our gray room, seeing us, sobbed...
Your cold hands with mine you confused,
And you left without saying goodbye to me!

Cry a song
and as I cry, my being
dreams in vain of your disconsolate love...
My passion groans
and my suffering
sees you arrive without illusion, trembling...
Black flowers
will shed my sorrow of love...
And withered
will fall with the beat of the heart...
Why should I cry out
my desolation
if your little white soul, holy girl,
taught me to pray to God.

Your place is empty
but by my side are your eyes, now without light...
In your vases there are always flowers from my courtyard
in front of a rosary, your portrait and a cross.
Your voice calls me incessantly
and although you will never come, my pain cries out to you
with the bells of the nearest church.
What do they call you... as I call!....