Come, I will tell you,
Within my dreams,
Like an aurora,
It arrived from far away and came to see
How embarrassed I was and now,
Come, I will tell you,
It passed through my verses, it made itself into light,
It kissed me on my hands,
It left me its perfume,
Black flame to braid
To slow down well
The light lines of my soul,
Leaves of my soul,
Verses just of calm
And it made a place out of what was mine
And it rewrote, which hand of God,
The stones that were suffering in my path
And I, blind with passion and desire,
Gave it a kiss without wanting to.
Time stopped there on my mouth
And, my love, what happened
So that everything that was ours
Died with the hoarse phrasing of a goodbye within you?
So look at my eyes
And today come, I will tell you.