The old house

There it is, hidden and huddled, I barely saw her, in the leaf of the lush spring beautiful
it descends even more pitiful and gray.
Random passers-by glance at her:
how long will this ugly spot be here?!
An unnecessary old woman, so soon doomed
into oblivion for eternity to be drawn into…
And once she was slender, a wonderful beauty,
dressed in white, a true bride,
like the young landlady who carefully
jealously kept the hearth alive.
Underage children chased each other madly,
with happy voices they rang a bell
the house, the yard, the wide road and far away
their laughter echoed in the fields like a song.
And in the evening, when it was getting close to sunset, Charo rushed down the road headlong,
the owner dusty from there he met
and brought to the threshold of the house with joy.
And there his beloved woman was waiting for him
with sparkling eyes and a shy smile,
a kiss with trepidation flattered him
and brought him inside with unspoken love...
Human history forever locked between the walls of the old dilapidated house.
For a long time no voices or footsteps have been heard, the fire in the dry sticks also went out.
So it has been and so it will go,
life does not forgive... human destinies,
so different and colorful, but why in the end
and they don't leave a trace in the dust, I don't know...
The old house - here it is,
tomorrow they will build a new road through it...
Will any one ever remember, thus, in his haste,
that the ground beneath him is a grave of human history,

                                        love experienced

                                                cremated affection?!…