Oh, beautiful unknown passenger on the tram,
With your rosy appearance and sunny gaze,
you reveal a breast that conceals grief
and, discreet, you dress in a worsted blouse.
Oh, unknown beauty, you are delicate and daring
and venture to the beach without a friend
and do not fear the advances of the boy practising
at mastering the waves who claims your arm.
Oh, unknown beauty who, on feeling the malice
of the frivolous eyes, is profoundly shaken…
your ears closed to the words carried by the breeze,
sighing perhaps for the pleasure of a caress.
Oh, beautiful unknown passenger, I saw you get off the tram
and I dreamed of you today and I’ll dream of you the morrow.
J. Salvat Papasseit |
