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If I want your presence in oblivion,
and you look at my eyes never opened,
with the fire that filled my senses
turning our happiness in the air.

the evening brown, silent, robbing your shadow
olives,
empty words, which freeze in your mouth
promise fades into oblivion.

Witness is the old olive tree with its trunk
frayed by the years, provides our happiness
numb,
passions and pain of disappointment.

love storm concern us,
vaporous winds of autumn, my branches
rigorously screens, covering the land
suckers.

And the old olive crestfallen
witnessed the passage of time.
Of love and hate under the shadow of idylls
infallible or fictitious. Glorious

our love
olive groves all the land that sheltered.
The peasants of yesteryear in its shadow
celebrate memorable dates.

The ancient tree
smiles today because gold is valued for its fruit,
and hear in the silence of his shadow
whispers and songs of the past.

Manuela Ramos Llera