Corazón posible

by Ted Bernal Guevara

Magdalena, serve another pricey drink my way.

I won’t be bitter. This evening wrecks decay.

Anyway, plans with you are up a steep hill,

I know. I’m just a long wait to that sacred mill.

My life is far from here, from any advance.

I would be lucky to have circumstance.

But, Magdalena, it’s in my soul to hold you normal,

to release myself of distance and bridge all abysmal,

to your bright sanguine of a heart, I long to touch.

I will treasure your mortal, your beauty unmatched.

I fear no thorns twining my way.

If they creep long and sharp, then I’ll seek decay.

Feliz estoy de que estés en la Tierra

My only chance is to drink your drink, sweet Magdalena.