In a simple handkerchief,
white, very clean;
you drew,
with a friend's pencil,
a heart, small and crossed.
You showed it well to me
while you lowered your eyes,
and I took the handkerchief from you,
and, like a souvenir,
I took it with me.
Then a long time passed
and rummaging in that box
among teenagers' books,
I found the handkerchief.
I picked it up very carefully
as if it was going to brake,
and, with the handkerchief in my hand,
I remembered you like long ago.
If in any place,
if in any time,
you can hear this song,
think about this handkerchief,
and as well as I,
you will dream.