Translation:Dregs

This evening it’s raining like never before; and, my heart, I don’t feel like going on with life.

This evening is sweet. Why shouldn’t it be? It’s dressed up in grace and sorrow; dressed like a woman.

This evening it’s raining in Lima. And I remember the cruel caverns of my ingratitude; my block of ice on its poppy, stronger than her “Don’t be like this!”

My violent black flowers, and the savage and enormous stoning; and the glacial distance. And with burning oils, the silence of her dignity will mark the final point.

That’s why this evening, like never before, I’m going with this recluse, with this heart.

And others pass by; and seeing me so sad, they take a little of you in the harsh wrinkle of my deep pain.

This evening it’s raining, it’s raining a lot. And my heart, I don’t feel like going on with life!