Agape
(For Spanish translation click here)

Today no one comes to inquire,

nor wants anything from me this afternoon.

I’ve not seen a single graveyard flower

in all this gay procession of lights.

Forgive me, Lord: how little I’ve died!

In this afternoon everyone, everyone goes by

without asking or begging me anything.

And I don’t know what it is they forget that remains

wrong in my hands, like an alien thing.

I’ve come to the door,

I feel like shouting to everyone:

if you miss something, here it is!

Because on every afternoon of this life,

I don’t know which doors they slam in the face,

and my soul takes something that belongs to another.

Today nobody comes;

and today I’ve died how little this afternoon!