Through the white sand that the sea laps alone with silent sorrows
it reached the foam.
God knows what anguish accompanied you,
what old pains your voice silenced,
to lie down lulled in the song
br/>of the sea shells,
the song that sings in the dark depths
of the sea the conch.
You leave Alfonsina with your loneliness,
what new poems Did you go looking?
an ancient voice of wind and salt
requires your soul and is calling it,
and you go there as if in a dream,
asleep, Alfonsina, dressed as the sea.
Five little mermaids will take you
through paths of algae and coral
and phosphorescent sea horses
will make a round at your side,
and the inhabitants of the water will play
soon at your side.
Lower the lamp for me a little more,
let me sleep, nurse, in peace
and if he calls, don't tell him I'm here,
tell him that Alfonsina isn't coming back,
and if he calls, don't ever tell him I'm here
say that I am gone.
You are leaving Alfonsina with your loneliness
what new poems did you go looking for?
an ancient voice of wind and salt
breaks your soul and is calling,
and you go there as if in a dream,
asleep, Alfonsina, dressed as the sea.
Zamba of my hope (Morales)
Zamba, to I sing to you, because your song spills love,
caress of your handkerchief that is wrapping my heart.
caress of your handkerchief that is wrapping my heart.
The time that passes passing by, as life does not return again,
time is killing me and your love will be, will be.
time is killing me and your love will be, will be.
br/>Time is killing me and your love will be, will be.