I will not die entirely, my friend.

I will not die entirely, my friend,

  As long as my memory
lives in your soul.
  A verse, a word, a smile,
  They will tell you clearly that I am not dead.

  I will return with silent evenings,
  with the star that shines for you,
  with the breeze that rises between the leaves,
  with the fountain that dreams in the garden.

  I will return with the piano that sobs
  Chopin's nocturnal stopovers;
  with the slow agony of things
  they don't know how to die.

  With everything romantic, it immolates
  this cruel world that tears me apart.
  I'll be by your side when you're alone
  like a shadow next to your shadow.

Author of the poem: Rodolfo Tallón