Today, heart, we will be two fugitive shades

Today, heart, we will be two fugitive shades,
Hidden behind the shade of the solitude.
We will deal together with this pain to be able to forget,
Or perhaps behind the shades of solitude we will live until the end.
Do not let to astonish you, heart, the forgetfulness,
Because while you cry, you suffer the most,
As if you were a marionette that to the cord enslaved
Is handled at the Reins of its master.
That the tears that you spill, annoying,
are of this pain not goddesses,
but single things that are annoying,
And does not serve as consolation to you, Heart,
Because although the love was cruel
Also the pain and the Forgetfulness were cruel too.