Poem XXXII: The Fair Woman.

And I no longer have his coat, I'm freezing to death in this sunny desert, I walk like dead everyday Asking myself : “Where has her beautiful color gone?” ” I wake up every day looking for her, But he is no longer with me, Trying on a beautiful dress, With someone else hugging his waist. I must let it happen, It is the natural course of loves, Wish I could go back one day, And to receive her with thousands of flowers, Alleli flowers for their great beauty, Immortal beauty like Rome and its grandeur. She lives without me, And I can't sleep without her, The fairest woman I know, It's not mine anymore, It could be from another, From anyone, From whomever she wants. The fairest woman I know Known her for 8 years, When we were young still excited The fairest woman I know, I could be on any corner now, Waiting for whoever wants, And she goes with him to spend the late night. The fairest woman I know, Only made me cry once over a neglect, Speaking with rudeness, And damaging my fragile ego. The righteous woman does not promise anything, Feel too much and show little, He's known pain, And he knows what a cry of exhaustion is, The righteous woman forgives all, But I don't forgive myself for losing her, And I'll only do it once she's back to me. The fairest woman I know is small and fragile, I carry your name on my mind, Your rose in memory, Your scent upon my clothes, Her love in my bag The righteous woman is no longer with me, I would like to see her again even just once. To see what in spite of everything she is still fair and okay, And that I don't miss her as much as she misses me and her shuttle. The fairest woman has not returned, He made me promise not to leave anything to be by his side, I keep my promise intact and live by the jury, And she lives by swearing not to swear to any unfortunate, I still love the righteous woman, And so he reaches a century of life, She will always be, the fairest woman. George Reyna - Mexico.