I SPREAD THE PETALS OVER YOU
My dream lay stretched out in your hand,Like a flower that lives a few beautiful days,With fallen petals here and there,And thousands of lost lunar gazes.
I gave you my life full of dreams,And my pearl of a soul—so take care,When the petals have all withered away,Perhaps our love will die with me too.
Like a child I am rocked in your hands,Today, as snow-white hair crowns my head,Whenever I place my lips at your spring,Thousands of maddened desires burst like meteors.
Fresh petals fall upon your lost gaze,On the journey you began for us both.From your eyes thousands of dreams draw their green,And your gaze melts deep into my eyes.
SLEEP UPON MY LIPS
I touched the sad lip in silence,It held a few tears at the corners,My hand drew near full of smiles,“Let me wipe them gently,” it says.
“Yes,” said the lip with its silence,“I am in need of a little caress.”Oh, how guilty this hand felt,How long it had waited to hear these words.
But the lip spoke this time, and what did it say!?“Wipe my tears away with your lips,Don’t look so surprised, I am not joking,Kiss me and sleep upon my lips.”
BLINDED BY LOVE
I always watched you whenever you left,Behind a curtain shifted as if by the wind,I never wanted you to figure me out,Other feelings were being born in my heart.
I didn't look at the beauty of your eyes,Nor your clothes, nor your sculpted muscles,But I felt the word that weighed upon me,Tangled like a “bramble” in my mind...
I wait for you to take the first step,To sprout like a flower in your heart,For us to stop our running toward each other,And for you to pluck the bramble from my heart.
But it doesn't always happen this way,We love even without getting an answer,My reflection in your eyes,Fades like a crime unpunished by law.
But what crime is it, to love in silence?To make your heart bleed from feelings?!If you are never to receive an answer,With tears in your heart you will only keep the scars.
Love is not equality,The heart flies, or a “butterfly” comes to you,AndOften blinded by looking too far,We don't see the miracle sprouting on the threshold...
BELIEVE THE WOUNDED HEART...
I have lost the half-fallen moon,Angry, she no longer wants to come out.Surely I too have made a mistake somewhere,Which is why she does not want to forgive me.
Perhaps you spy on it through the clouds,My gaze faded far away.I remained blinded by you,With the light that follows my every step.
Believe my wounded heart,It now knows and it loves.Whenever you come out and hide in the clouds,Your “game” causes it pain.
Is it a game or does your anger stop you,From caressing my heart?I became a gray-haired man,And yet I could never understand women.
