I’m going to meet with the yesteryear woman,
to give her a sweet, scented lily kind of smile.
I’m going to give her a hug and tell her it’ll be okay,
in the yesterday’s threshold, in her merciless exile.
There have been many tears and sighs in vain,
in the deserted wilderness, no one to comfort her.
With a ruthless heart, now full of bitterness,
the mistrust in love made her see everything in blur.
She always questioned her own beauty and worth,
but she does not bend in front of the kicks of the fate.
She keeps silence thinking that it does not hurt anymore,
her cheeks swallowed the tears running in torrents of hate.
Her gentle heart was pounding from fear in her chest,
the burden was too hard to bear, so she’s leaving.
She braids now enigmas with determined words,
but the river fountains were lamenting and grieving.
I will tell her that tomorrow will be a brand new day,
the stars and the moon will always be there to guide her.
That in this life nothing is what it seems to be,
the sun one day will rise in her way. Yes, my dear Mother!