ENCUENTRO

Iba caminando
por esa calle del pueblo tranquilo,
por su avenida de sombras verdes en el medio…
casas azules, verdes, anaranjadas…
iba ansioso por encontrarla

Venía pensando en la amiga de mi corazón,
miré aquí…allá … en un grupo de muchachas

Por un momento me pareció verla,
pero era sólo un reflejo de su cabello en otra muchacha

Iba viendo en las casas,
me reprochaba el no conocer el lugar…
conocía la chica, pero no el sitio donde la hallaría

¡ De pronto me vistes !
Miré hacia un lado
como si tu pensamiento me hubiese llamado
y ahí estabas

No se qué pensaste en ese momento,
si tu corazón saltó de emoción como el mío,
pero te vi contenta y me dije: no en vano la buscaba

Venías tú por esa callecita tan tranquila
de las casas azules, verdes…anaranjadas
con tu cabello recogido y los libros contra tu pecho,
sentí envidia de ellos

Hablamos un momento,
con retazos de nuestros pensamientos,
entresacados de la maraña de ideas
entretejidas en torno a nosotros

Me invitaste a tu casa, que es la de tus padres
y me sentí feliz…

Y aquí estoy enhebrando el fugaz momento
que pasé contigo en esa tarde apacible…

Esperando verte de nuevo

I was walking along that street of the quiet village, along its avenue of green shadows in the middle... blue, green, orange houses... I was anxious to find her
I was thinking about the friend of my heart, I looked here... there... in a group of girls
For a moment I thought I saw her, but it was only a reflection of her hair in another girl
I reproached myself for not knowing the place. in a group of girls
For a moment I thought I saw her, but it was only a reflection of her hair in another girl
I was looking at the houses, I reproached myself for not knowing the place... I knew the girl, but not the place where I would find her
Suddenly you saw me!
I looked to the side as if your thought had called me and there you were
I don't know what you thought at that moment, if your heart jumped with emotion like mine, but I saw you happy and I said to myself: I wasn't looking for her in vain
You were coming down that quiet little street with the blue, green...orange houses with your hair tied back and the books against your chest, I felt envious of them

We talked for a moment, with snippets of our thoughts, culled from the tangle of ideas woven around us
You invited me to your house, which is your parents' house and I was happy...
And here I am threading the fleeting moment I spent with you on that peaceful afternoon....

Looking forward to seeing you again