FRUTA AMARGA.

Heart! On that long night, the bitter fruit ripened of this immense loneliness. Heart! Among the clouds of what sky will the sorrow of your flight wander without comfort? I know it well... That bewildering cold of a single instant blinded me! It was in a wind of madness, without tenderness, without forgiveness. It was in the hoarse cry of a love driven mad by pain.

You were the sunlight and the happy song and the gray drizzle at my window. You were a faithful haven and a dreaming sprite and a jasmine bush in bloom, and you were morning. Soft murmur... Wind over the hillside... Warm cooing of the dove. Never again will you be the scent of a rosebush, the freshness of a spring in my destiny. You will only be the voice that makes me remember that in one dreadful instant I made you cry.

You are no longer here! And memory is a mirror that reflects from afar your sadness and my cruelty. You are no longer here! And your lingering absence tastes of bitter fruit, of punishment and loneliness. Heart! A cloud drew a veil over the sky we shared. And just one cloud suddenly brought me to ruin! A senseless cloud, without mercy, without oblivion, without forgiveness!