The thanks of the rose
I never thanked you
Oh man of God!
And I never forgot you
Do you remember?
For you I adorned myself and I perfumed myself
For you I got well dressed and I colored myself
But you, you never looked at me
And I, impatient, passionate, caressed
By the breeze, bathed in dew.
You came from Vesperas
In Indian column
Until you finally noticed me
And delighted, you wanted to stop
But, what about the column?
You promised me to come back
And looking me in the eyes, you told me
How beautiful you are!
But me, I could not wait for you
The life of a rose is so short!
For you, until death I defoliated
For you, until death I loved you.