"Recordando a mi puerto"
(remembering my harbor)
Orlando Zeledón
Bolero

I will never be able to forget
this pretty summer
These silver nights of bathed moon
Your sky and your sea.
My heart fills
a sweet emotion
And they forget my sorrow (sentences)
because in you Puntarenas
Everything is an illusion that later will go away.

I do not want to think,
that I must return
And to live of the recollection
in silver nights
And the tropical Sun.
And to expect up
to another summer
When I with my sorrow (sentences)
I will return oh! Puntarenas
To your beach to hiding.

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