Hortensia
I inquire of your presence
Of your destiny and soul
Of all your colors and rights
When we were together
And happy

I crush apples with my jaw
And let the sour juice run down my throat
It burns  and aches
Because I long for that sweet kiss of yours

I retreat from a dangerous battlefield
Where Love and Courage met in a deadly end
I am weak, helpless, and
Romantic at the same time

Oh, my dear Hortensia
Give me one last chance
So that I can once again bring us back to that time
When we were together
And happy