Marcin

Asturias, my beloved Fatherland,

My loved one Asturias,

Ah, lucky he who could be in Asturias

For all times!

I have to climb the tree

I have to pick the flower

and give it to my brunette

so she may put it in her balcony

May she put it in her balcony

May she put it not

I have to climb the tree

and the flower I have to pick

Your Toll

I know it well.

It is better

not to desire anything,

it is better not to preserve

anything in our memory,

it is better not to have

homelands where to came back,

but in that case,

we will not understand

any poem.

I know it well.

All the good poems (like you)

have a price,

all the good poems are achieved

by paying the toll

of our melancholy.

- Xe M. Sanchez