To Daniel Urst;ger
1
It was a rose. It was my sign of love,
There was a day that I could still remember.
There was no chance but still it was enough
for me to love , for me to love him tender.
I was his friend, I spoke his language well.
He did not try to learn …the songs I knew.
It was a rose. A glimpse of Love in hell.
It was my dream, but could it just come true?
It was my night, that time it was his day.
I saw the stars.that time he saw the Sun,
it was a rose.I tried to walk away
and to forget the things I had not done.
It was a rose, the flower of my soul,
he will forget the verse that I recall
2
A yellow rose... A symbol of regret,
It gives no joy...My feelings have no power
To have him here...And we have never met
Have never met and hidden under cover
Of starless night, of sleepless night at all .
I don't pretend! I still have no reproach,
He has his life, perhaps, he'll never call
And hear my voice. I couldn't just approach,
Or even write a poem. I did not
Just try to say :" I need to talk to you,
No chance I had. No power I have got
To make my dreams, alas,to make them true,
So just in dreams, in lonely dreams we met.
A yellow rose... My symbol of regret...
3
No rose from him, and mine is first hello,
No kiss from him...But I can't speak of sorrow,
To tell the truth is difficult, you know,
Perhaps, he' ll say ;" My friend, let's talk tomorrow!"
Luego, later,sp;ter, au plus tard...
There's no choice, perhaps, he's tired of talking,
I'll walk away; I've felt it from the start.
His heart is closed,there is no use in knocking...
No rose from him... November, sunset, cold...
No love for me... a kind of tender friendship,
My silly thoughts that I have never told,
My broken dreams and feelings hard to mention,
The night is hard, but harder is my day,
I love him still, but cannot make him stay...
4
Well, Daniel. I'm lonely but I'm fine,
Yes, I survived, but still my heart keeps aching.
I loved him so without making mine,
I'm happy that the new day will be breaking
For me tomorrow, but he'd never known,
I could have died.He would not find my letter,
I wish I could just live until the dawn
And see the Sun,perhaps, it doesn't matter
Alive or dead. I know that Love will stay
In words I write, in melody of rain,
Alive or dead...My love will find the way,
I love him still, perhaps, it's all in vain
I won't forget his face in joy and sorrow
Alive or dead. There will be new Tomorrow....