[ Porque lloras, esas lagrimas,
Tivia y salada
Que corren por tus labios, rosada,
Cuando yo estare aqui, hoy y mañana ]
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So scarce, so much
Everything I want to touch
With fingers laden in feathery lace
Gently upon a desolate moon
And a dying Sun
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Why must you cry, my dear,
In the mist of a cloudless night
When the soothing dark cannot hide
Those rays of light from your sweet green eyes
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Indeed, the universe is infinite
And not of nothing, and not of fantasies
Lingering silently in the coldness of time
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But even if it was all empty space
From the largest star to the smallest path of my veins
The world will always have meaning
Whenever you gaze my way
Feeling there could be no grander truth...
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Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2004