The roots may die
and the jungles collapse,
they can melt the memories
like gray mists,
the amulets may fall
in the pits of the earth,
dust off pyramids
by a breath of three strands,
but nothing will achieve
never erase my promise.
The jasmines perish
by relents of sadness,
sail the last fish
in the arid stream,
Never forget that I swore to you!
that I love you and I will love you
until the day I die.
Even though the wells run dry
under sandy atmospheres,
the glaciers melt
and undress the stones,
the black night came
in a starless sky
or in rosary and discipline,
like old women to church,
fly every pigeon
to lock himself in a cell.
Skip the August sky!
in installments of cold and fog,
Cover all the seas!
of dark storms,
the gods come down to sting
the rocks of a quarry,
let a thousand lightning bolts fall
and that the moors catch fire,
the moon is made into pieces
or the stars go out
Never forget that I swore to you!
that I love you and I will love you
until the day I die!
