Prologue

The Presidio of San Agustin of Tucson is just as formidable now as it was when it was built in 1775. Because the Apache raids were more frequent in that area, the Spanish government sent one of its garrisons from the Presidio of Tubac in Sonora to the Tucson region. The land being settled was surrounded on all four sides by mountains?the Santa Catalina's to the north, the Rinconcito to the east, the Santa Rita's to the south and the Tucson's to the west.

When the Presidio, which is about one hundred square feet with twelve foot walls, had been built only twenty-seven soldiers of different ethnic backgrounds came to live there along with their families and whoever else wished to join them in their new home. Since the Presidio had been astutely built close to the Santa Cruz River, the planting of corn, wheat, beans and vegetables had been gratuitous. Some of the wealthier settlers were able to settle down on the surrounding land to continue raising cattle, sheep and horses.

In 1821 when the Mexican Independence from Spain came, the people went on as they had before?they were too far away from the capital of Mexico for anyone to take notice.

During Mexico's rule, between 1821-1854, over some states including Arizona, California, Texas and New Mexico, a great number of people with many different ethnic backgrounds migrated to the west. A big percentage of them settled in the Presidio of San Agustin of Tucson. However, in 1848 when the Great Gold Rush of California occurred, the majority of immigrants packed their belongings and left the Presidio with one sole purpose?to improve their future should they strike gold.

It is also during this time that the Native Americans of the region took offense to these foreigners coming onto their land and claiming it as their own.

It is during this time that this story begins?

Chapter 1

The rider sat tall in the saddle as the horse trotted through the gates of the former military fort into the small town. They went directly to the stables where the horse would board for a few days.

"Bonita!" was heard from the large man coming through the stable doors, "¿Como están tu y Estrella?"

"We are doing fine, Tito. How about you, how's the arthritis?" The tall woman who owned the horse, Estrella, named for the star-like white birth mark on its head, answered.

Federico 'Rico' Reyes, the smithy and owner of the stables, had called Rosaura Figueroa 'bonita' since she was a child?her beauty even then making a statement. She was much sought after by men and women alike. Her long, black hair complimented her almost six foot long, lean, which she had inherited from her father, and strong, from the hard work done at the ranch, body. From her mother she acquired the angular Pima Indian features, high cheekbones, black hair and honey brown eyes.

Rosaura's parents, Juan and Belén, had died a few years earlier after Belen received a letter saying her sister had taken ill. Belén had felt it her duty to take care of her sister because in her opinion men, aside from doctors, were ineffectual in giving health care. Juan, of course, could not allow his wife to travel alone through the country even though it was just to Nogales, a couple days ride, and knew their daughter Rosaura, who had just turned seventeen, could take care of things at their ranch Los Cruceros. After all, he had taught her everything he knew and she had surpassed his expectations. Unbeknownst to Juan and Belén, things were worse than they thought when they arrived in Nogales. An outbreak of cholera had taken place and they became one of the many victims of this dreadful disease along with Belén's sister and family.

Rosaura had been devastated over her family's deaths but what had made it worse was that the bodies had been immediately buried as well not allowing Rosaura to take the bodies back with her to The Cruceros once the epidemic was over.

Ever since then Rico had watched over Rosaura, even though he knew she could take care of herself. Aside from being good friends with her parents, he and Juan Figueroa had served in the Mexican military and had been stationed at the Presidio. The Presidio was also the place where they fell in love and married. Rico and his wife, Cecilia, had become Rosaura's Godparents after she was born, loved her as one of their own and looked out for her the best way they could, since the young woman had become even more independent after Juan and Belen's death.

The Figueroa ranch, Los Cruceros or The Crossroads, was located about ten miles from the fort and was one of the larger ranches in the region. From the horseshoe shaped entrance into the property, a rider would have to travel another half mile to reach the front door. The house, situated within two thousand acres of grazing land, was a two-story building. The walls were made of stone painted a tan color. Every entrance, doors and windows, was in the shape of an arch with stucco trimming, giving the entrances a sense of height. A sense that Rosaura had been inclined to prove after a debate with Antonio about whether or not a horse and rider would be able to ride into the house without the rider having to dismount. Rosaura and Estrella had made a nice smooth entrance but very hasty exit. Once Elena, the housekeeper, along with her husband Carlos, had gotten wind of the goings on, she had chased animal and rider out of the house. An iron skillet held high above her head in her hand being waved in the air while Carlos, Pedro, Antonio, Jorge and Francisco rolled on the floor laughing at the spectacle the two women and one horse were making.

Carlos and Elena had only been married a short time when they had traveled north from Durango, Mexico, in search of jobs and had the fortune to come across Juan and Belén when the house was newly built. Unfortunately they had never been blessed with children, but when Rosaura had been born a year after they had come to live at Los Cruceros, they were just as elated as the parents were. Treating her as their own, Rosaura had been fortuitous to having been raised by two sets of parents. Regrettably for Rosaura, that also meant double chastising when she got in trouble. But she loved them and they adored her.

A wraparound porch constructed of two inch wide walls, five foot wide arches and a couple of wooden railings connecting each arch, except where the front and back doors were at, surrounded the house. A couple of sets of rocking chairs with a small table in between were placed at each entrance.

Once a person stepped through the front door, they entered the sala or living room. All the furniture within, which consisted of a sofa against the wall space book-ended by double glass doors with soft blue lace curtains hanging from gold colored rods, two love seats, a hat stand, end tables, one medium sized table in the middle of the room. Also, a grand piano located a few feet away from the glass door and a couple of rocking chairs. All these had been made of dark wood, which contrasted nicely with the white colored room. The floor whose base was also of stone was covered by bluish gray tiles and once set the joined corners formed a floral design.

Three doors, one on the right side of the room two to the left, led out of the room. The door to the right led to another door that was at least steps across from the door to the sala. Upon opening the door one entered the library, which was also used as an office. Within this room resided a secretary desk with chair along the right wall. A wall to wall and two foot shorter than the ceiling wooden shelving unit lined the left walls. Within these shelves lived the works of authors such as Dumas, Browning, Poe, Bronte, de Cervantes, Alarcón and so many other contemporary writers of the time.

Padre Lorenzo, the town's Padre Superior or head priest, with help from Padre's Eusebio and Valentín as well as the Madre Superiora and the six nuns under her care, had made sure that when Rosaura was a child, along with all the children from town, had schooling. Teaching them, and any adult that might want to learn, how to read, write and count. From that time on, Rosaura had become an avid reader and whenever a book salesman came to town, she was there to see what new adventures she could indulge in.

To either side of the doors was a set of stairs that led to the second level of the house. Each side of the stairs was lined by a banister leading to the second floor bordering both sides of the stairwell opening, preventing any accidental fallings. Reaching the top of the stairs, a person could keep going ahead until they reached a door leading to the wraparound balcony, constructed to look exactly like the one downstairs except the railings blocked every arch.

Or turning in one direction, depending the stairwell used, would lead to Rosaura's bedroom, having taken her six years to convince herself that it was okay for her to use her parents' bedroom as her own, which was a few feet from the stair landing and was slightly larger than the other bedrooms because it had its own bathroom

The other direction led to a long hall with three separate doors lining either side, each door leading to a bedroom except for the middle door on the left that led to sitting room. It seemed the owner had a fondness for white because the entire inside of the house was painted that color. The only difference between the rooms?the contrasting tiles, furniture and rugs laying about the room.

Each bedroom had a double bed, dresser, night table, armoire, a chest at the foot of the bed, mainly for linen, and a large window with the sill high and wide enough for anyone to sit on and gaze at the starry sky during a restless night.

The room across from the sitting room was the other bathroom in this part of the house, which was a far cry from the wooden outhouse built when the ranch had first been founded.

A traveling salesman had passed through the Presidio a couple of years earlier on his way to California. And hoping for a few sales, he had brought out his wares catalog along with his sales pitching voice.

"Seems as if he's got everything from chewing tobacco to your neighbor's dog in that book?" Rico had commented to Rosaura at that time.

However, Rosaura's attention was glued on the one item that 'come hell or high water' she was going to have in her home. It was a newly come out, what the catalog called, 'High Tank Water Closet with Pull Chain'. The product's description said it had a porcelain commode. The pipes were three feet long made of copper and the water tank was 19" wide by 7" deep and held 1.6 gallons of water. The tank was made of oak and the chain hung from its left side. The cost was pricey though, at twenty-five dollars, but Rosaura felt that owning the 'water closet' was worth it.

The salesman just about had a heart attack when Rosaura placed the order. She ordered six. Once the salesman recovered, he put in a rush order and the items, along with installation instructions, were at Los Cruceros a couple of months later.

From the instructions, Rosaura calculated that the installation was similar to the way Arnulfo, the local handyman, had installed the pipes, which ran to a separate fenced-in reservoir a few miles from the house, to the bathtubs. The job of installing all the water closets was finished within a year and Rosaura had no regrets in having acquired them. Once other property owners had bestowed a look at the finished product and the convenience of owning one, they too ordered water closets for their homes.

All the bathrooms on the property except for the one off the patio between the dining room and the kitchen had a bathtub. Each bathroom had a small sink next to a hand pump for easy access to water instead of having to go out to the well to fetch it. There was a potbelly stove in one corner of the outer wall for heating water as well as for warmth during the winter months. The tub at the opposite wall from the sink and stove was made of two three-foot high stone walls, which were built off the walls, three-inch thick with a flat top and covered with brick-red tiles. A drain hole was situated by the outer wall where a person just had to pull the plug for the water to drain into the fields.

Aside from the three bathrooms within the house, there was one in Carlos and Elena's house, which was walking distance to the main house. Another was in Pedro and his family's house and one in the bunkhouse.

If you chose the door to the left, you would find yourself within an enclosed courtyard that Elena used for storing the 'ollas' or clay pots and pans she used for cooking and wouldn't fit in the kitchen cupboards. Potted plants adorned the window ledges and a patio set that Rosaura loved to use at night while relaxing with a cup of coffee after a long day and stare out the window to look at the stars sat in the middle of the room while two sets of double wooden doors and one single door at the far end could be seen along the wall. One set of doors led to the dining room, the other to the kitchen and the single door was the third in-house bathroom.

The dining room was a large room styled the same as the living room with the exception that instead of double doors, there were windows book ending a set of double doors. Those doors had been used many times during the hot months for when one or more meals of the day would be held at the gazebo within the large tree laden backyard. A long oak table at least thirty foot long and five wide, where twenty people could comfortingly, sit occupied the center of the room. Another table half the size of the dining table rests against the left wall close to a smaller door that leads into the kitchen. This table is utilized for placing the pots and pans filled with the hot meals. Once Elena and Carlos made the initial serving and sat down to their meal, it was every person for themselves.

Whether you were entering through the door in the dining or the double door in the courtyard, the first thing you would be hit with when entering the kitchen, were the enticing smells that circumvallated the room. This was Elena's domain?the area where the most delicious meals to stroke the palate were made. Within this room were cupboards, one table the same size as the buffet table was in the middle of the room for mixing, slicing or whatever needed to be done for preparing the meal. A hand pump with a double sink built around it perches against the wall by the door leading to the courtyard. The wall opposite the dining room door boasts with one window on either side of a wooden door, which leads to the side of the house and in direct path to Elena and Carlos' house. On the back wall with ventilation pipes leading out of a hole for each are two, black iron, wood or coal, burning stoves. Each sporting four removable round lids for easy access to stirring the embers within and where the pots and pan were mainly placed for cooking although entire top could be used to keep the food warm. The stoves also had two small doors at the front, one for putting in the wood/coal the other a compartment which could be used for baking or for storing the cookware when the stove was not in use.

Aside from the main house, Carlos and Elena's house, Pedro's house and the bunkhouse, two more main buildings sat on the property, the stables. The stables were built of wood and were large enough to accommodate six horses each on one side while the opposite side was used for supplies and tack as well as used by the four dogs used for cattle wrangling. The stable that Estrella called home was, of course, located close to the main house while the other was close to the bunkhouse. There was also a chicken coop, which held a couple of dozen chickens and a pigsty that held half a dozen pigs with more on the way.

The main income was from the sale of cattle which Rosaura's father had taught her all about. Twice a year she, her foreman Pedro, her regular workers Jorge, Antonio, Roberto, Francisco and six hired hands from town would rustle the prime cattle to New Mexico or up to Phoenix for their sale, leaving the care of the ranch to her trusted housekeepers Carlos and his wife Elena. They would return to the ranch once the sale was complete and start the process over again. It was at these events Rosaura and Pedro would keep their eyes open for good stock bulls, an essential part of any good cattle ranch.

During the day Rosaura worked side-by-side with her employees and at night would do the books. Since someone had to stay and oversee the ranch at all times, she took turns with Pedro going to the Presidio for a weekend of relaxation and enjoyment. And this was her weekend to enjoy herself.

"You know me, Bonita, always working."

"How're Tita Cecilia and the rest of the family?"

"Everyone is doing fine." He responded. "The grandkids are growing like weeds."

"Say hello to everyone. I'll most probably be stopping by on Sunday for a visit."

"Everyone will be happy, especially Florcita." He said with a big smile.

Flor, Rico's youngest granddaughter, was Rosaura's Goddaughter and idolized the tall woman. The child's high cheekbones along with her long dark brown hair denoted her Pima lineage with her hazel eyes and light colored skin designating the Spanish side. Whenever Rosaura was visiting the Reyes home, or they visiting the ranch, she would acquire a shadow. Since she had learned to walk, the four-year-old would attach herself to the tall woman and could be found wherever she was during her visits. The other four grandchildren would be elated to see the rancher, but none as much as Flor. Rosaura and Rico could still not figure out the reason for such a strong kinship, but envisioned she would out grow it.

This statement from Rico made the woman laugh remembering the times with her little shadow.

"I'm looking forward to seeing her too."

"Go on now?" Rico tells Rosaura, "?go get yourself some rest and some enjoyment and forget about work for a couple of days?just be careful."

"As if I could, but I will try, Tito." She replies. "I know Estrella is in good hands. I'll see you Sunday, if not sooner."

Chapter 2

After throwing her saddlebags over her shoulder, Rosaura walked down the street towards the saloon greeting people she knew as she passed by them. Having lived all her life at the Presidio, the only people she didn't know were people just passing through or new settlers.

Arriving in front of the saloon Rosaura was about step on the boardwalk when she heard a greeting.

"Welcome back, Rocky."

Looking up, Rosaura noticed the voluptuous redhead speaking to her.

"Thank you, Kate. How have you been?"

"I've been fine. You ready for some playtime?"

"I sure am," Rosaura replied, a big smile on her face.

"Come on in and take a load off then. Your room's ready for you."

"Thanks." She stated walking in.

****

Kate Stanley came from back east, along with some of her girls, after some so-called upstanding citizens had burned down her House of Pleasure. Gathering the few clothes that survived and their money, the women headed out west. They got as far as the Presidio. Once the owner of La Cantina or The Saloon heard their story, he made Kate an offer and for the last three years has been co-owner of La Cantina.

La Cantina was one of two buildings standing a few feet away from the wall opposite the Presidio's entrance?the other was Federico's livery stable. The other buildings, mercantile shops, sheriff's office, undertaker/dentist's office, boarding house with a restaurant as well as a wire/post office, were positioned along the side walls. There were a few houses within the fort but most were now being built around the surrounding area of the Presidio.

The two-story Cantina was built, as were most of the other buildings, of wood. It featured four wooden decorative beams, which held up the balcony located on the second floor. Large windows on either side of the Cantina's entrance were fitted with stained glass. The wooden double doors at the entrance, sidled fully against the wall, opened to a pair of swinging doors.

Once inside, the smell of stale beer was the first thing to reach your senses. When the eyes recovered the sense of sight from having come in from the sunlight, the bar was located directly ahead. Three medium round tables designated for card games were positioned at three of the corners. A set of stairs leading to the rooms on the second floor rose between the fourth wall and the bar. A piano sat along the fourth wall where Cesar played during the evenings entertaining the men in attendance. The rest of the tables, smaller and square, were strewn about the room.

Kate had been the one to nickname Rosaura "Rocky" after a drunken customer had tried to force his intentions upon her. It had been one of Rosaura's weekends to be in town and Kate walked down to the bar to spend some time with her and her cards playing friends. A few feet from the table the drunken man grabbed Kate.

"How's about you and me go up to your room and have us some fun?"

"We're not working yet." Kate responded. "Why don't you come back later tonight?"

"Don't think so?now!"

"She's not open for business?let her go." A low gravely voice said.

Turning around, the man told Rosaura. "Stay outta this?unless you wanna take her place," a leer on his face.

He turned around and proceeded to drag Kate up the stairs. Suddenly, the man's left hand went to his head as he crumpled down the stairs.

With startled eyes, Kate turned to the group at the table. "What the hell happened?"

Everyone at the table turned to point at Rosaura who was blowing the smoke away from her? slingshot!

"Why don't you guys help me take him to his room," was suggested to her table companions with a wink.

Rosaura and her companions picked up the drunken man and took him outside dumping him in the water trough.

Walking back into the saloon Kate stepped in front of Rosaura and poking her chest stated, "I can't believe you used a rock to knock him out!"

"Knew he was drunk?no sense in killing him. It's a present for Flor?glad I could try it out and see if it had good aim." She replied shrugging her shoulders.

"You're dangerous with a slingshot, Rocky," was laughingly stated with a slap to the back.

"Gentlemen?" Leon began. "I have asked you here to fill you in on some news that was brought to my attention in Lordsburg. It seems that the Apaches have been in an uproar over something the military did and have been randomly attacking. So far, from what I've been told, the attacks have been upon the military forces. However, it is my duty as your wagon master to inform you of these acts and allow you to decide whether you want to continue on the journey, return from where you came or stay here, in Lordsburg. Let me know what you decide. That's it, thanks."

It had been another long day of travel and all Priscilla could think of was finally stopping for the night and going to sleep. The excitement of the journey had been lost by the beginning of the second month and now, four months into their journey, all she wanted was to finally get to where they were going.

They stopped that evening in another God forsaken part of this land they were traveling, the wagons placed in a circle as protection in case Mother Nature decided to act or nightly predators that might want to visit. Everyone went about their business preparing supper and the sleeping areas.

When supper was finished and the dishes washed Colleen went up to her daughter putting her arms around her. "Happy Birthday, Priscilla..!"

"Birthday..?" Priscilla verbalized a surprised.

"Yes, birthday, a very Happy Birthday to you, my little one?" Bartholomew intoned cheerfully, embracing his daughter as well.

"Happy Birthday, Sis?" Jacob added his greeting.

"It's my birthday!" Priscilla stated happily.

"What's all the commotion over here?" Dennis, an average sized man with thinning dark brown hair, asked.

"It's my birthday!" Priscilla repeated for him.

"Well, congratulations, this deserves a celebration. Hey, folks. This young lady is celebrating her birthday and I think that deserves celebrating, what do y'all think?"

With cheers, whoops and hollers they all agreed. A couple of people had brought their instruments with them so they took them out and started playing. The others danced, talked or just enjoyed the music and company for a couple of hours before retiring. Spirits rose that evening and remained for days after.

Priscilla enjoyed herself as well, dancing with a few of the men, especially her father and brother. In the privacy of their fire later that evening, her family bestowed her with a couple of gifts?a beautiful cameo locket from her parents and a small book of poems from Jacob. That night the young woman had the biggest smile upon her face as her eyes closed in sleep.

Te quiero, dijiste	You told me you loved me
Tomando mis manos entre tus manitas	Taking my hands between yours
De blanco marfil	of white porcelain
Y sentí en mi pecho un fuerte latido	And felt a strong beat within my chest
Después un suspiro	Then a sigh
Y luego el chasquido de un beso febril	And the ghost of a delicate kiss
Muñequita linda	Beautiful doll
De cabellos de oro	With hair of gold
De dientes de perla	With pearl-like teeth
Labios de rubí	Ruby lips
Dime si me quieres	Tell me if you love me
Como yo te adoro,	As I adore you
Si de mi te acuerdas	If you remember me
Como yo de ti	As I do you
A veces escucho un eco divino	Sometimes I hear a divine echo
Que envuelto en la brisa	Which surrounded by the breeze
Parece decir	Seems to say
Sí, te quiero mucho	Yes, I love you very much
Mucho, mucho, mucho	So much, so much, so much
Tanto como entonces	Just as much as then
Siempre hasta morir	Always until death
Sí, te quiero mucho	Yes I love you very much
Mucho, mucho, mucho	So much, so much, so much
Tanto como entonces	Just as much as then
Siempre hasta morir	Always until death

They had ridden out to the river to spend some time alone before Rosaura had to leave early the next morning. Having dismounted from the horses, Rosaura spread the blanket they now kept hidden, inside a canvas bag for protection, under a lightning-felled tree, which they also used as a back brace when they were sitting. They sat on the blanket with Rosaura placing her arm around Priscilla's shoulders holding her close, her free hand entwining with those of her companion's. Both just stared at nothing in particular, enjoying the closeness of the other's body.

After some time had passed, "You make sure and take care of yourself."

"I will, Chiquita."

Priscilla burrowed further into Rosaura's embrace. "I already miss you so much."

"I miss you too." Rosaura sighs as she tightens her hold on her precious gift whose head lies upon her shoulder in peaceful repose.

The head lifted from where its resting place and lifted up to gaze upon the cherished face, taking in each feature, memorizing it as if it had it already wasn't. Staring into the mesmerizing eyes whose color reminded Priscilla of the purest honey. Bringing a hand up to touch the beloved face then running her fingers through Rosaura's hair, luxuriating in its softness?and with the gentlest of moves, brought the face closer to hers. Ever so softly until a feather-light then firmer touch produced the kiss she had longed for. Needing more, her tongue peeked out between her lips to seek what she desired only to meet her counterpart waiting for her, timidly greeting each other, sliding one over the other, tasting each other then being led home into the welcoming cavern?moans emitting from both women upon reaching the desired destination.

The kiss turned hungry, demanding, lips separating only to take a quick breath then going back for more. Hands caressed backs, necks, heads and faces. How they ended up prone, they would never know. The hands then took advantage of the new position, stroking hips, thighs, wanting to touch more but not daring.

"Oh," The sensual sound, which caused Rosaura's already inflamed passion to ignite even more, came from Priscilla. Rosaura's hand had been traveling back up towards Priscilla's face and had accidentally brushed against her breast creating a delicious tingle to roam across her body and provoking a deluge of astounding, yet she somehow knew unfulfilled, feelings in her lower regions.

They looked into each other's eyes, communicating, and with one last kiss sat up to their original positions. Each knew they wanted more but now was not the right time. They also knew they would not wait much longer.

"Ay, niña Rosaura, qué gusto me da que ya llegaron."

"Qué pasa, nana, algo le ha pasado a Priscilla?"

"La señora Colleen oyó cuando la niña Priscilla me decía cuanto te quería. La señora nomás dio la vuelta y se fue sin decir una palabra. Oí voces altas en la biblioteca pero no me atreví a escuchar lo que se estaba diciendo. Luego vi cuando la niña salio del cuarto y rápido subió las escaleras, llorando."

Elena was happy to see Rosaura but was distressed over Colleen having heard their conversation, the fact she heard raised voices coming from the library then seeing Priscilla leave the room and run up the stairs crying.

"No te preocupes, nana. Yo me encargo de todo."

****

Rosaura left the distraught woman and walked toward the library where she knocked on the door. Upon receiving the go ahead to enter, she stood before Bartholomew and Colleen, waiting for their reaction at seeing her before them.

"Rosaura, welcome home, please sit down. I believe we have much to talk about." Bartholomew spoke to the impressive woman standing before him. He had always found Rosaura impressive, standing tall, back straight and head held high, making her look even taller than what she already was.

"Yes, I believe we do." She saw Bartholomew nod his for her to continue. "I don't know what all transpired this morning except that you, Colleen, overheard a conversation and then after talking to you Priscilla left this room crying. I have not come to speak with you sooner because aside from being busy around the ranch, I wanted Priscilla and myself to get to know each other better and ascertain the feelings we are feeling for each other are indeed true. For my part, I can not live without Priscilla by my side. I hurt deep within and my soul feels empty when we are apart. I have talked to Padre Lorenzo and although it goes against what the church teaches, he has agreed to marry Priscilla and I here at the ranch. Despite his beliefs, he believes in me and that my love for your daughter is pure and true." She pauses to give the couple a sitting across from her a chance of what she has just told them to sink in. She then stands before them, her stance proud, and continues. "Mr. and Mrs. Hammet, I love your daughter with all that I am and I always will. I would be very honored if you would concede me the hand of your daughter, Priscilla, in marriage."

Hay en mi vida un gran amor, un solo amor, el de tu alma;	There is in my life a great love, only one love, the one from your soul
hay en mi alma intenso afán de ser tan solo para ti.	In my soul there is an intense obsession to be only for you
Nadie en el mundo llegará a separar nuestras dos almas	no one in this World will come close to separating our two souls
porque Dios quiso que tú y yo nos comprendiéramos así.	Because God wanted that you and I would understand each other this way
Ya no recuerdo cuántas veces tus juramentos escuché,	I don't remember how many times your promises I have heard
solo recuerdo que con besos, con muchos besos te adoré.	I only remember that with kisses, with many kisses I adored you
La vieja historia repitió en nuestro amor incomparable	the old story repeated in our incomparable love
y para siempre vivirá en el altar del corazón.	And forever it will live in the altar of the heart