Arlette's Laugher
For My Dearest Friend, Arlette Cepeda.
Your laugher came unexpectedlylike chimes moved by the wind
and behind it, came you,
with that ironic smirk in your face
that once seen, there's nothing
but to love it dearly.
There was nothing holding you,
you, you, you, you,
and you were being you, freely
and I was enjoying you, freely.
If it's called happiness, I don't know,
I just want to call it laughter,
one that tampers with one's soul
every time you let it out
and your're not too busy to enjoy it.
La Risa De Arlette
A Mi Querida Amiga, Arlette Cepeda.
Tu risa vino inesperadamentecomo las capanas de viento
y detrás de ella viniste tu,
con esa mirada irónica
que una vez presenciada
no queda más que amarla.
No había nada atándote
eras simplemente tu,
tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu,
y eras libre siento tu,
y yo te disfrutaba libremente.
Si se llama felicidad, no lo sé,
yo lo llamo simplemente risa,
una que adultera el alma
cada vez que la dejas salir
y no estás muy ocupada
para entregarte a su disfrute.
