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They Called Her Crazy

Luis Enrique Mejía Godoy

Le Llamaban Loca

El mundo fue sólo de los dos y para los dos,
su hogar, unas nubes tendidas al sol,
en sus miradas amor, en sus repuestas, si
y para su dolor un solo fin
El se fue, los cabellos pintados de gris.
Ella dejó de cuidar las flores del jardín
y le decía, ven, tenemos que vivir.

Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca
y unos hombres vestidos de blanco le dijeron ven.
Y ella gritó: "No señor, ya lo ven, yo no estoy loca.
Estuve loca ayer, pero fue por amor."
Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca.

En el hospital en un banco al sol se la puede ver
sonreir, consultando su viejo reloj,
pensando que ha de venir aquel que se marchó
y se llevó con él su corazón.
No vendrá, el la espera en sus nubes al sol
en ese mundo que ayer tan solo fueron dos,
en ese mundo que triunfó el amor.

Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca
y unos hombres vestidos de blanco le dijeron ven.
Y ella gritó: "No señor, ya lo ven, yo no estoy loca.
Estuve loca ayer, pero fue por amor."
Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca.

They Called Her Crazy

The world was just for the two of them,
and their home, some clouds stretched out in the sun,
in their eyes, love, in their answers, yes
and for their pain, just one end.
He left, his hair painted gray.
She stopped tending to the flowers in the garden
and she said, come on, we have to live.

And the boys in the neighborhood called her crazy
and some men in white coats said come with us.
And she shouted: "No sir, you see, I'm not crazy.
I was crazy yesterday, but it was for love."
And the boys in the neighborhood called her crazy.

In the hospital, on a bench in the sun, you can see her
smiling, checking her old watch,
thinking he must be coming, the one who left
and took her heart with him.
He won't come, she waits for him in her clouds in the sun
in that world that yesterday was just the two of them,
in that world where love triumphed.

And the boys in the neighborhood called her crazy
and some men in white coats said come with us.
And she shouted: "No sir, you see, I'm not crazy.
I was crazy yesterday, but it was for love."
And the boys in the neighborhood called her crazy.

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