This afternoon it's raining like never before,
and i no longer feel like living, my love
This afternoon is sweet.
why shouldn't it be?
it is dressed in grace and pain.
it is dressed as woman
this afternoon in lima it's raining. and i remember
the cruel caverns of my ingratitude
a block of ice above your poppy flower
stronger than your "don?t be like that!"
My violent black blooms
and the savage stone, and frozen distances.
and your silent dignity
will put an end with burning oils
That's why this afternoon, i go
with this owl, with this heart
And others come by and see me so sad
and they drink a little bit of you
in the abrupt wrinkling of my deep pain
This afternoon it's raining, it rains so much
and i don't want to live, my love!
Esta tarde llueve, como nunca; y no
tengo ganas de vivir, coraz�n.
esta tarde es dulce. por qu� no ha de ser?
viste gracia y pena; viste de mujer.
esta tarde en lima llueve. y yo recuerdo
las cavernas crueles de mi ingratitud;
mi bloque de hielo sobre su amapola,
m�s fuerte que su "no seas as�!"
mis violentas flores negras, y b�rbara
y enorme pedrada; y el trecho glacial.
y pondr� el silencio de su dignidad
con �leos quemantes el punto final.
por eso esta tarde, como nunca, voy
con este b�ho, con este coraz�n.
y otras pasan; y vi�ndome tan triste;
toman un poquito de ti
en la abrupta arruga de mi hondo dolor
esta tarde llueve, llueve mucho. �y no
tengo ganas de vivir, coraz�n!