Tratado de Impaciencia Número 10 [English translation]

That night didn't rain,

neither you appeared apologizing,

saying, while you were sitting,

"sorry if I'm late".

You didn't overwhelm me with questions,

niether I tried to impress you

telling stupid adventures,

false stories of journeys.

Nor we wandered by the neighbourhood

looking for an open shack,

nor I kissed you when the moon

suggested me it was the time.

We neither went out dancing,

nor a bird trembled in your chest

when my mouth went passing

from words to facts.

And we haven't ended up in bed,

which is where those things end,

burning together in the bonfire

of flesh, sweat, saliva and shadow.

So don't be sorry about

what could happened and didn't.

That night you let down,

I didn't went to the date too.