Los ojos negros

Wide open, just like the doors of love,
I have seen in dreams two eyes
that filled me with dread.

Since I dreamed of them
I saw tenderness and reproach,
they are my friends by day,
and they are my guests by night.

Sentinels of my soul,
they never stopped watching me,
they open to question me,
never to answer me.

They belong to a kind
and terrible woman when she wants,
who kill when they caress
and caress when they hurt.

Like a whimsical child,
they attract and reject me,
they are beacons that guide me
and coals that burn me.

Eyes that are glory and mourning,
of my eternal sorrow,
that blind me with their brightness
and enlighten me with their shadow.