Mi Refugio Son Tus Ojos

My refuge is your eyes, a star of silence
where I recover the dream I lost in the fog.
My refuge is your eyes, that distant winter
that fleeting moment that has no eternity.
I know it’s a downfall to say: I’m dead for you.
Kissing you in the doorways, just a trivial thing,
a cheesy romance, a tragic tale
and I’m gonna play it out.
I know the moon is a bother, it’s a trend that’s gone:
a crystal in the night where love seeks hope
and breath, a flag of illusion. Another way to forget.
After so many years lost on the couch,
I look for you in the dim mirrors of passion,
I wait for you on the corners of yesterday with a flower.
I write verses of love.
Your hands reveal to me another way to speak
after so many years of good upbringing.
a ghost appears,
something sentimental that loves immorality.