Marzo - March

(Parque Centenario -  Centenary Park, Guayaquil 1917)

Era un Marzo de lluvias, de calor asfixiante,

cuando fui a la hacienda donde tú me esperabas,
solamente pensaba en el cándido instante
de sentir esos besos que amorosa me dabas.

Y miraba el ganado que el camino bloqueaba,
a un pequeño montubio con su alegre canción.
Una gorda señora que en el río lavaba,
unos negros bailando y un fornido peón.

Luego tú de la nada a mis brazos brincaste
como niña que intenta alcanzar lo imposible
mas al verme de cerca mi cansancio notaste
y en seguida a tu cuarto me llevaste apacible.

Ya en la noche tratando disfrutar de mi siesta
entre música y risas yo creí escucharte.
Recordé que a esa hora se encendía la fiesta,
extrañé tu presencia y salí a buscarte.

Te busqué entre la gente con mis cinco sentidos
caminé por la hacienda y en la vieja mansión
y al final entre sombras escuché unos gemidos
eras tú que abrazabas al fornido peón

El cargaba tu cuerpo, tu besabas su piel
como nunca en la vida me besaste a mí.
En sus ojos clavabas tu pupila de miel
y otra vez con tus brazos lo apretabas a ti.

El tenía tus muslos rebosando sus manos
y llenaba su boca con tus senos rosados,
de repente calmaron sus afectos insanos
y cayeron despacio hacia el piso abrazados.

Mientras él despeinaba tu sedoso cabello
el sudor resbalaba por tu rostro agitado.
Del impacto no pude reaccionar ante aquello
y al final desperté exaltado a tu lado.

“¿Un mal sueño mi vida?” … preguntaste asustada,
me buscaron tus manos y te pude sentir.
Pude oler tus cabellos y tu piel perfumada;
me miraste un momento y volviste a dormir

Mas no hice lo mismo y a lo lejos se oía
a un montubio entonar una triste canción.
Esa noche avanzaba y en las sombras veía
la burlona sonrisa del fornido peón.

It was a March of rains, of suffocating heat,

when I went to the farm where you were waiting for me,

I only thought of candid instant

To feel those kisses that you gave me lovingly.

And looked at the cattle that the road blocked,

to a small farmer with his cheerful song.

A fat lady who washed in the river,

some blacks dancing and a beefy pawn.

Then you out of nowhere in my arms you jumped

as a girl trying to reach the impossible

but when you look closely at me my tiredness you noticed

and immediately to your room you took me gentle.

Already at night trying to enjoy my nap

Between music and laughter I thought I heard you.

I remembered that at that time the party was going on,

I missed your presence and went looking for you.

I looked for you among the people with my five senses

I walked through the hacienda and in the old mansion

and in the end in the shadows I heard moans

it was you who hugged the husky pawn

He carried your body, you kissed his skin

Like never in life did you kiss me.

In your eyes you stuck your honey pupil

and again with your arms you squeezed it.

He had your thighs overflowing his hands

and filled his mouth with your pink breasts,

suddenly both calmed their insane affections

and both fell slowly towards the floor hugging each other.

While he tousled your silky hair

Sweat slipped down your agitated face.

I could not react to that impact

and in the end I woke up exalted by your side.

"A bad dream my life?" ... you asked scared,

Your hands searched for me and I could feel you.

I could smell your hair and your scented skin;

you looked at me for a moment and went back to sleep

But I didn't do the same and in the distance you could hear

To a farmer sing a sad song.

That night I advanced and in the shadows I saw

The mocking smile of the stocky pawn.