‘‘ La Ultima’’

I can't make any mistakes anymore. You're the last one in my life. And it's the last coin I have left to play. If I don't win your affection, I'll give it up for good and lost, since life will never allow me to win again. I confess, dazzled, that I didn't expect such a thing. My temples are already shining with ivory brushstrokes. My abandoned patio no longer dreamed of roses. The miracle happened with the last one in April. You're the last one, and I hope you bring me tenderness, that which I've sought in so many and couldn't reach. I no longer want passion, or love affairs, or adventures. I want you as a companion to help me fight. I don't care about your past, nor am I one to judge you because I've been through life's rough patches myself. Besides, there's a reason to love and care for you; you can tell by looking at you that you haven't been well loved. That's why I told you: I can't make any mistakes anymore. You're the last one to come and perfume my corner, and those drops of dew that won't let you look at me are telling me clearly that I've reached your heart. But if bad luck deals me the slap it's always threatening to make me fail, I won't be able to overcome this latest failure, and I'll be like a dead cricket at the foot of its rosebush. I don't care about your past, nor am I one to judge you because I've been through life's rough patches myself. Besides, there's a reason to love and care for you; you can tell just by looking at you that you haven't been well-loved.

Ya no puedo equivocarme
Sós la última en mi vida.
Y es la última moneda
que me queda por jugar.

Si no gano tu cariño,
lo daré por bien perdido,
ya que nunca más la vida
me permitirá ganar.

Te confieso deslumbrado
que no esperaba tal cosa
Ya están luciendo mis sienes pinceladas de marfil.

Ya mi patio abandonado
no soñaba con las rosas.
Se realizó el milagro
con la última de abril.

Sós la última y espero
que me traigas la ternura,
esa que he buscado en tantas
y que no pude alcanzar.

Ya no quiero pasionismo,
ni amoríos, ni aventuras.
Yo te quiero compañera
para ayudarme a luchar.

No me importa tu pasado,
ni soy quien para juzgarte
porque anduve a los sopapos con la vida
yo también.

Además hay un motivo
para quererte y cuidarte,
se adivina con mirarte
que no te han querido bien.

Fue por eso que te dije:
Ya no puedo equivocarme.

Sós la última que viene
a perfumar mi rincón,
y esas gotas de rocío
que no te dejan mirarme,
me están diciendo a las claras
que alcancé tu corazón.

Pero si la mala suerte
me acomoda el cachetazo
con que siempre está
amagando para hacerme fracasar,
no podré sobreponerme
a este último fracaso,
y yo seré como un grillo
muerto al pie
de su rosal.

No me importa tu pasado,
ni soy quien para juzgarte
porque anduve a los sopapos con la vida
yo también.

Además hay un motivo
para quererte y cuidarte,
se adivina con mirarte
que no te han querido bien.