And when time passed
someone wondered,
where did Natalio Ruiz go?,
the little man with the gray hat.
He walked down the major streer,
from his loved one's balcony
to his house to write
verses from a time
in which my grandfather lived.
Where are you now, Natalio Ruiz?,
the little man in the gray hat.
I remember you today, with your glasses,
what a serious man walking down the square!
What were for?: the worrying about the cough,
not drinking more than what the doctor said,
worrying about your looks, for what people said,
and making love once in a lifetime,
and never daring to ask her to marry
because you were afraid of that aunt with a face like a harpy.
And where are you? What has happened to you?
And what has been of your little gray hat?
Today you occupy another place
according to your lineage
in the Recoleta*.
* = Recoleta is a city in Buenos Aires, in wich there is a great and very well know cemetery where people of great lineage were buried.