Tu Imagen
Tu imagen me llegó
A las seis menos diez
Y no pude dormir
Ni un instante después
Te confundías con mis sábanas
Te me enredabas en la sien
Lucías tan real
Que casi fui feliz
Pero a las seis y diez
Me comprendí sin ti
Eran mis solitarias sábanas
Y una habitual mañana gris
Y tú eras mi viento, mas no a favor
Eras mi barca en el pedregal
Eras mi puerta sin tirador
Eras mi beso buscando hogar
Y tú eras un parto de antigüedad
Maña de un diablo despertador
Eras espuma de soledad
Carne con llagas de desamor
Y así fuiste la otra mitad
De amanecer
Que no alumbró jamás
Your Image
Your image reached me
At ten minutes to six
And I couldn't sleep
Not a moment after
You blended with my sheets
You tangled in my mind
You looked so real
That I was almost happy
But at ten past six
I understood myself without you
It was my lonely sheets
And a usual gray morning
And you were my wind, but not in favor
You were my boat in the rocky shore
You were my door without a handle
You were my kiss seeking home
And you were a birth of antiquity
Trick of an alarm clock devil
You were foam of loneliness
Flesh with wounds of unlove
And so you were the other half
Of a dawn
That never shone