El Fantasma de La Buena Suerte

A wandering angel came to me
Ethereal body, seed-like face.

And with his wings he reached me,
I saw his eyes inside my dream.

Almond skin, steps of light
Sweet specter of good nights.

With your halo I will find you
Waiting in the attic
And with your gaze.

I feel you part of my world
Even though you're so far from this life.

Every morning, with the last moon
With an umbrella looking for flowers.

I wonder uselessly if I am blind
Or inside someone's dream
Perhaps the sun announced it.

Your miracle in the wreckage of angels
And the ships
Breathes the dawn.

At noon I will speak to you
Languages of shadows on the grass.

And you will hear my call
Oh, ghost of good luck
Gentle and absent.

I want to be the door to your journey
Don't dissolve in the air anymore.

I search for you among the bridges
That tore
The comedy in my darkness
And maybe as the sun announced it.

I want to love you immensely
Drowsing between your open chest
But ghosts don't know how to love.