I LOVED THOSE BLACK EYES

 

 

 

Hello my old friend

hello shadow where I live

I came to speak emptily with you again

because a memory approaches

sweet, joyful, gently.

In restless dreams I walked alone

on stone sidewalks in narrow streets

that gag bodies like light in a lamp.

In the damp cold like a leaf flying aimlessly

there you were

you who enchanted me with your eyes.

Oh I loved your black eyes

I loved those tender eyes

deep wells of mysteries

paths, traces that led me to hell

of seeing you and not having you.

Madmen said I didn't know

how to love those black eyes

how to leave my shadow

where bitterness brought sadness and loneliness

this limbo where I hide longing and emotions.

But I loved those black eyes

I loved your black eyes

in a dream that is only mine

I gave my arms in embraces

so that I could hold you; enjoy. We danced in the mist of dreams

between closing our eyes and waking

we kissed our souls

and people bowed

after all I knew how to love

to love those dark eyes of yours

and the words were spoken

tears cried and broke

condiing in the taste of the kiss

whispering in the sounds of silence

until inexorably time ran out

and your dark eyes melted, upon waking.

 

Jorge d'Alte