Please have meanwhile
what you desire.
I want redeem you
but without frights.

On the tile roofs the afternoon escapes.
Smoke of a cigarette that Gardel smokes.
In the licor candy that hurts savage to me.
In the pothooks that I do in the table cloth.

And I'll hope.
And if you don't return
under the olive tree
I'll remain slept.
I'll hope
in case you lose yourself.
The moon will rise,
ignited little lantern.

I give my cloak to you,
my scarlet cloak.
My sad smile
raised in the branches,
in the pennants,
in the banderoles.
I'll do a dress to you of a red poppy.

I'll hope.
And if you don't return,
under the olive tree I'll remain slept
and I'll sleep between prohibited books.
To the forgetfulness of a time that I long for.
The one that I lived with you.

My black horse I give to you.
Coal, dry branches to the enamored one.
I want forgive you
but I'm not in a hurry.
Excuse me a little while,
that I disentangle myself.

Please have meanwhile
what you desire.
I want redeem myself
but without frights.

Yours it is the triumph
bitter flavor
of the dry fruit
of disillusion.

Laurel of the triumph,
bitter flavor
of the dry fruit
of disillusion.