Cuando miran tus ojos

Your eyes have been engraved in mine,
their sweet witchcraft poured into the gaze,
there is light in your pupils from all summers,
bright star that in my nights I see blinking.
Heralds of passions, they shine like strangers
fireflies carrying the flame of love...
Treasures guarded by silky eyelashes...
theories imbued with captivating daydreams.

Are they gypsies perhaps by their flashes, tell me?
Or are they from a Moorish woman captive of the Spaniard?
There is something in your gaze that kills or redeems,
that wounds if looked at like the sun dazzles...
Daggers that in battles rise angrily
seeking to pierce the poor chest with eagerness.
They impale hearts, leaving them dying...
Ah!... Mirrors where the soul peeks out to flirt.

If they half-close their pupils, the light that animates them
gets lost among the stars and the constellation
acquires new shines... Although my chest groans
to always see them open, I give my heart.
For they are counting the blissful hours
that pass by my side rhyming a song,
their open eyelids are rose petals
offering two stars to my desolation.