Amor Antiguo (English Translation) Poem by Jesus e Loreto jr

With all tenderness, with all the love of the most ancient, of the beyond, I find you today in our time. I am waiting for you to wake, just as I once did upon hearing your lovely voice singing our most beautiful and lovely song.

I am the sad sparrow, fallen headfirst, who hung his wings upon a dark cloud that carried them away. Today I do not fly through the skies like the angel I was when I dared to love a sweet and lovely honey-colored bee, with a heart of stone and a black soul, who never loved and was only there for the shine of the coins that lit up the ego of her most longed-for illusion: a rainbow in a bouquet of roses full of thorns and dry leaves that died long before yesterday.

Today, waking to your sweet and strong song, the bajo sexto vibrating in the deepest desires of my heart, today it beats strong, full of life, daring to love again, to want again. With these humble words I set you free. And in my deepest desires I believe again, I am born again, and the light of your guiding star shines once more into the deepest part of my shadow.

The day I look at you, kiss you, give you all that I am and more than I will be — that day the angels will sing, demons will dance, and in the divine celestial, God will weep with joy to see us together again, as it always had to be.

Rebbeca, welcome to your new sun, to your new dawn. I am a son of the light, a radiant angel, the ancient love that one day a stumble made us lose.