As clear as the real thing,
Calling me, my vaudevillian daughter,
Rousing me from sleeping,
By the time I realized it was a dream,
It already woke me,
But in the dark I did not check the time,
It was a matter of self-perfidy,
For my body already knew the hour,
Too late to not be up,
Did I choose to ignore my dear girl's call,
So's not to interrupt,
My precious time?
I hope she understands,
I reserve my strength and spend no effort,
Except to bequeath her the upper hand.