Ulpiano
Obrero de la Poesía
So what?
They say you don't love me.
So what? You forgot me. How romantic!
If that I knew.
I have no kind of remorse.
Long before I was for unscrupulous ones
happily forgotten.
It is sweetness to love,
it´s not perennial a love which instills acid.
Thank you so much for your absence.
I do not want your memory
nor the versatile virtue of your gifts
nor your dark lips.
By reading these verses
I promise for your eyes of frigid soul,
that you will be forgotten.
To those ungrateful women
I give them the so kindly mercy
of my generous oblivion.
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