A long time ago,
he left and will not return,
like that old song,
which has a house in my heart.
You went without warning,
you touched without knowing how to enter,
you laughed without being able to speak,
you sang making me cry.
You allowed me to touch,
your sensitive skin smells of saffron,
rigid at first and soft when tamed,
Helena told me you call yourself.
Another recurrent made me hallucinate,
resentful of a dark past I had to deny you,
hope I try to hate you,
because you always manage to hurt me.
The storm has just begun,
I am a captain and not an old sailor of much talk,
you impregnated me with your magic when I saw you sound,
I promise you my old guitar that I will not leave you.
And so begin the days of my bitter palpitar,
with concise poem, rats to tell,
longings for a better future to be able to achieve,
hope, magic, helena, I will conquer them.
Verses written to my guitar, which is named Helena.