Leaving his place
between the things that are given love
who has old the heart goes away
flee to your room
taking what never came
What will never come: your love
Until the high shadows of the night
the light of your window shines in candle
the early morning he knows it well
says that all the time just wait
The moon and its court goes to its lair
sings of horror a bird in the güira
look at the cat with an incandescent eye
it lights more the heart of death
The moon sticks all its teeth there
with indifferent clarity
The moon, the guilty one, the traveler
the moon of a dead spring
Until the high shadows of the night
the light of your window shines in candle
the early morning he knows it well
says that all the time just wait
Only among all we can make this a better place :)