Donde Pongo Lo Hallado

Where do I put what I found?
In the streets, the books,
the night, the faces
where I have searched for you.

Where do I put what I found?
In the earth, in your name,
in the Bible, on the day
that I finally found you.

What do I tell death so often called to my side
that in the end has become my sister?

What do I tell the empty glory of being healthy
making myself sad, making myself the wolf?

What do I tell the dogs that went with me
on lost nights of being without friends?

What do I tell the moon that I believed was a companion
of nights and nights without being true?

What do I do now with you?
The doves that go to sleep in the parks
no longer talk to me.

What do I do now with you?
Now that you are the moon, the dogs,
the nights, all the friends.