Honeysuckle in Bloom
Crumbling old wall
of the arrabal,
your cool blue shadow was
my true companion.
Since my earliest days
in this hardscrabble life
my one true friend was
your honeysuckle.
When love first trembled
and kissed my soul with hope,
I came to you,
with simple grace,
and to you I sang
my first confession.
Honeysuckle in bloom
who saw me be born
and on the crumbling old wall
caught up my love,
your dear caress
is like the first tender love
that I felt for him.
Honeysuckle in bloom
that climb up the wall
are like your encircling
and honeysweet embrace,
If every year
your blooms are reborn
why not also
my sweet first love?
The years went by
and now I tell you a tale
of the death of my dreams,
my crumbling old wall....
That's how I learned
to make believe
to build up pretense
to live decently;
that love and faith
are just sad lies
and people laugh
at grief and pain...
Now that life
has punished me
and has taught me
its bitter creed,
crumbling old wall,
I bring you my heart
and I talk to you just as before.
Honeysuckle in bloom
who saw me be born
and on the crumbling old wall
caught up my love,
your dear caress
is like the first tender love
that I never forgot.
Honeysuckle in bloom
that climb up the wall
are like your encircling
and honeysweet embrace,
If every year
your blooms are reborn
why not also
my sweet first love?
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