By Eddy Montilla.
My first love was limpid water,
a mountain spring of crystalline purity,
always fresh for being so natural,
always present for me and sometimes for the sky.
To tell her “I love you”, I never needed
the obscure language of our modern poets
their “recherché style” that makes them feel depleted,
unable to paint the real of reality.
Perhaps, that’s why I clung and always cling
to the simple beauty of the simple word,
the anchor of life, the one that never lies
and talks to all of us with its open heart,
with nothing to hide.
Perhaps, that’s why I used to look her in the eye
to tell them the daily things that people want to hear:
“Good morning”, “I love you”, “See you tomorrow, dear”.
My first love smiled in the morning, afternoon and night
as, today, nobody can, and sometimes, for me, she also cried.
Yes… Why not? I still remember those nights
when she curled up around my body
and made me feel a human being with traces of immortality,
thanks to what it seemed to be our undying love.
She was not perfect; nobody is.
At times, full of groundless fears,
she yelled, she cried and kept for minutes scowling at me.
And I didn’t care that because she was
most of all I longed to have.
My first love left home one day
on an April afternoon and with nothing to say.
She just left on that day…
And, today, it’s no use looking for reasons.
But maybe it was because of fate or because of life
that wisely reminds us to keep free
what we love most to avoid pain, to avoid greed.
She went away as natural as wind,
as rivers flow into the sea,
with a sibylline smile that presaged the end, a farewell to love.
My first love gave me everything
and only asked the word “nothing” in return.
Leaves fall each autumn from my rosebush
in the hope of being able to sprout again,
but, with her or anyone else, it didn’t happen that way
because love, I mean, the first and true love, is only one:
What comes after that is not love, but fear,
fear that we find it hard to resist,
fear of living alone,
of losing everything,
of living without peace.
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