Many times I told you before doing it
you had to think very well,
that to this union of us
He needed flesh and desire too,
That it was not enough for you to understand me
and that you would die for me,
that it was not enough that in my failure
I will take refuge in you,
And now you see what happened
at last it was born, over the years,
the tremendous tiredness that I already provoke in you,
and although it is painful you have to say it.
For my part I expected
that one day the time would take over the end,
If that had not been the case
I would have continued to play to make you happy,
And although the weeping is bitter, think of the years
what you have to live,
that my pain is not less and the worst
I can not feel anymore.
And now try to conquer
with vain eagerness this lost time
that leaves us defeated without knowing
what they call love,
to live.
To live.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)