A.J.P.S

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write, for example: "The night is starry and shiver, blue, stars far out."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.

I loved him and sometimes he loved me too.
On nights like this had it in my arms.
I kissed him many times under the infinite sky.
He loved me, sometimes

I loved him.
How do I not have loved her great still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I think not. To feel that I lost it.

Hear the immense night, more immense without him.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew on the grass.
Lo matter that my love could not keep it.
The night is starry and he is not with me.

That is all.
Far away, someone sings.
By far. My soul is not content with having elicited it lost.
As though to reach you, my sight looks for you.

My heart looks for him, he is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same tree.
We two, then, we are not the same.
No longer love her, true, but I loved him so much.

My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Another. It will be another.
As before my kisses.
The voice, dark body.

Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love him, true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because on nights like this

I held in my arms, my soul is not satisfied for having lost him.
Although the last pain he causes me and these the last verses that I wrote