THE LAST KISS!

Shadow the afternoon,
the room dark.
My mother is very white, very cold,
very sad, very lonely my soul.

The mortuary box
with mourning bows dressed
and in the box, she,
in the middle of the room.

Of yellow soft wax
the pale flame,
a dim light
on my mother's rigid body.

And far away you could hear the sound
of the bells.
And that sound continued, and continued,
like a sad cry of some soul...

        ..................................

Suddenly there was a murmur of prayers
and a fall of tears,
and a complaint chorus was heard, because the priest
arrived with his death dress.

I fell to my knees
near my mother's coffin, and prayed
those simple prayers that
she taught me when I was child.

And someone told me:
We leave with her, finish.
The time has come,
Cheer up, and start.

They were already going to cover
the mortuary box,
and then a kiss! The last Kiss!
I gave my dead mother on her pale forehead...

And the days go by,
and the years go by,
and the heat of that cold kiss
It still burns like an ember on my lips.