El Misterio de Las Astillas

It's in vain to wait for those times again,
It's in vain to keep silent about everything,
It's in vain to hope for your eyes to embrace me again
And for your waves to break here,
Where the ocean has shipwrecked
And a boat has taken away even the breeze, and your laughter...

It's strange to embrace those days again
And feel how the world fades away,
It's in vain to wait for your touch to envelop me again
And for your sunset to be with me
In that dry and salty ocean
And a horizon that quickly hides your little smile

It's then that I finally could see
The statues of glass, wax, and salt
That reflect your memories of moon travels
The fraction of an infinite second
That image of a moonless cat
Of that flight of the wounded eagle
Of an eternal music madness
Of loving mother and father
A cloud drawn from a well
That repeated to me...
That the old whispers are different
That the rain has dried up to dust
That it has lost that kiss in your eyes
That my August fingers left
That have undone all hope
Of finding your arrival again
And not repeating your departure.

It's useless, my love
To keep pretending everything
Because everything is nothing and everything,
And despite everything...
I'm waiting for you