What Has Happened to You?
What has happened to you, young boatman
of the seashore village where they brought me
to participate in the saddest mourning?
What has happened to you, handsome
youth, with your curly blonde hair
how can I possibly forget you?
I remember your handsomeness
your silent mouth tightly shut
strange for a boatman to have
and why I was your chosen one
the sad girl in my sorrowful dress
who in your boat you took one morning?
Among all the beautiful girls — their
faces miracle of joy — you took me
to your light blue boat for
a morning walk, you said you wished
to take the most beautiful of the group
and yet you took me the lonely one.
You saw me by the quay every morning
deep in thought and with eyes gazing
the void and reading a poetry book.
You came most handsome and I saw
as you jumped on the boat
you held a rose in your hand
and as if you didn’t have anyone to give
this rose you simply threw it in haste
to me the last one on the line;
your temples had turned almost gray
your eyes the color of the blue sea
and now truly I can’t forget you.
Libros Libertad 