Percale,
do you remember the percale?
You were fifteen years old,
had longings to suffer and love,
to go to the city, succeed,
and forget the percale.
Percale,
the way of the percale*,
you left your home.
perhaps we were badly informed,
I only know that, at the end,
you forgot the percale.
The youth left,
your house is no longer there
and thrown away in the old days
have been left,
intimidated,
your percale and my past.
The youth left,
I don't expect anything more, *
better to cast into obliviun
the yearnings that never were
and your percale dress.
Percale,
do you remember the percale?