One day he followed me
To the street where I lived
He complimented me, ran from me
And the next that there he was
I threw him from the window
Of my attic
A scarlet geranium
That he became more flushed
Then I never saw him any more
Nor his looks
Time passed to discover
That he lived in Alfama
One night without thinking
I put on my shawl and scarf
And I went after that look
The left me in suspense
Today I live where he lives
Today I sleep where he sleeps
And there is a sun inside and out
Of my enormous happiness