Volver a los 17

Back to 17
after living a century
is like deciphering signs
without being a wise expert
suddenly being again
as fragile as a second
feeling deeply again
like a child in front of God
that's what I feel
in this fruitful moment.

It gets tangled, tangled
like ivy on the wall
and it starts to sprout, sprout
like moss on the stone
like moss on the stone
Oh, yes, yes, yes.

My steps have gone back
while yours move ahead
the arch of alliances
has entered my nest
with all its colors
it has wandered through my veins
and even the heavy chain
that binds us to fate
is like a fine diamond
that lights up my serene soul.

What feelings can do
knowledge cannot achieve
nor the clearest actions
nor the broadest thoughts
everything changes in a moment
like a kind magician
sweetly taking us away
from grudges and violence
only love with its wisdom
makes us so innocent.

Love is a whirlwind
of original purity
even the fierce beast
whispers its sweet tune
it stops the travelers
frees the prisoners
love with its treasures
turns the old into a child
and only affection
makes the wicked pure and sincere.

The window opened wide
as if by magic
love entered with its cloak
like a warm morning
to the sound of its beautiful dawn
it made the jasmine bloom
flying like a seraph
it put earrings on the sky
and my years at 17
were turned by the cherub.