Cuando

When you wake up every day
With the body of air and that smell
Happy from the gentle sleep of the lilacs
Without fear of movement or pain
When I have almost nothing
Of blood in the throat of paper
Not a sour fish swimming in the gaze
Not wanting more shelter than the skin

Those days will be those ships
Of light that I once could write
And the joy that we have forgotten
Returning to rise through the bones
I feed on a chimera
In which the eyes will see the sun shine
The arms of my father in the flags
And a black ash, and a black ash
And a black ash that goes away

When I am convinced that luck
Rules me alongside passion
And not the terrible archangel of death
Watching over the field of the clock
If the accomplished and the possible
Always have the face of horror
In this homeland of the inaccessible
In this forgotten time of God

I say that my eager loves
Are strong and live more than me
They are giants delicate as flowers
That encourage this murky heart
I feed them with a chimera
That the eyes will see the sun shine
The arms of my father in the flags
And a black ash, and a black ash
And a black ash that goes away
And a black ash, and a black ash
And a black ash that goes away
And a black ash, and a black ash
And a black ash that goes away