I
The sun was setting in my eyes
And the flight of the hour surrendered me April,
A familiar taste of goodbye nourished
An air and, I don´t know why, I saw you.

I turned me into a flower. But it was scarcely
your memory.
You were away, sweet friend; and I saw only
in the profile of the city
The strong archangel of a pink skyscraper
Beating his blue wings against the twilight.

II
Maybe if we had kissed one time only…
Yesterday you were so beautiful
That my body drew near.
I know it was a brook and two hours of thirst,
I bent down, |I did not drink.

But I have remained the same until now,
Watching four or five yellow butterflies,
Ordinary ones, floricking in air.
I hear a sound…

III
Now it is April, oh my sweet friend,
You leaned over me, like the truth,
I tried to turn and I fixed my face to your body.

We mastered ourselves and put everything in its place.
The sky resumed its position over the earth,
The orange trees all stood up
And in them we made the first sabiá sing.

But the landscape soon went away
Slamming the door, terribly scandalized.