No arrincones la taza de café María
que en mi pecho está callendo aún la nieve fría.
Va cubriendo con su blanco manto
tantas penas que he guardado, tanto,
que mi llanto lo he cambiado en canto
y mi vela ya no alumbra al santo.
Sin embargo, no te pido nada,
se que estás de mi rogar cansada.
Solo espero que se llegue el día
que me aceptes un café y cuánto
veas tu que te he tenido amada.
Don't corner the coffee cup Maria
that the cold snow is still falling on my chest.
It is covering with her white mantle
so many sorrows that I have kept, so much
I have changed my crying into singing
and my candle no longer lights the saint.
However, I do not ask you for anything,
I know you are tired of my begging.
I just hope the day will come
that you accept me a coffee and how much
you see that I have loved you.
Poetry and photography
