I engraved your name on the stem of a maguey
united with mine intertwined as proof
before the law of the mountain that we were there
in love.
You yourself were the one who sought the
br/>penca the most beautiful the most slender and even
you said that I should also engrave two hearts
with an arrow.
Now you say that you no longer remember that nothing is
/>True, they are words, I am calm because
at the end of the day in our idyll, the leaves
speak.
The same night that my love changed
you also cut , that penca you
imagined that if they saw it for you
it would be like an affront.
You forgot that the maguey knew what you
swore, on our night and that In his way he could also recriminate you, with a reproach. I don't know if you believe the strange things my eyes see, maybe you'll be amazed
New ones that sprout from the maguey come marked with
our names.

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