November 19, 2009 at 14:16
· Filed under Poesía/Poetry
Resuelta en polvo ya, mas siempre hermosa,
sin dejarme vivir, vive serena
aquella luz, que fue mi gloria y pena,
y me hace guerra, cuando en paz reposa.
Tan vivo está el jazmín, la pura rosa,
que, blandamente ardiendo en azucena,
me abrasa el alma de memorias llena:
ceniza de su fénix amorosa.
¡Oh memoria cruel de mis enojos!,
¿qué honor te puede dar mi sentimiento,
en polvo convertidos sus despojos?
Permíteme callar sólo un momento:
que ya no tienen lágrimas mis ojos…
ni conceptos de amor mi pensamiento.
Once upon a time I thought
“What’s the one thing I haven’t got?”
There’s not a single thing in this world I couldn’t buy
That’s when a gentleman caught my eye
Once or twice we went around
But now I’ll tell you the thing I’ve found
You shouldn’t make your move until you know the price
Because gentlemen aren’t nice
Just because I won’t agree to take his arm
And I occasionally forget his name
He likes to call inclemency what I call charm
But I know they’re all the same
I think I’ve realized my first mistake
When he cried that his heart would break
I would have thought that I was worth the sacrifice
But gentlemen aren’t nice
Just because I leave him all alone for days
And go about with others of his kind
He dares complain about my evil ways
And drive me out of my — out of my mind
What I relate is hard to bear
I only endure it so that I might spare you ladies
I’m not known for my good advice
But gentlemen aren’t
So agreeable
Love ain’t a paradise
And if I told you once, I won’t tell you twice
Gentlemen aren’t nice
