Duermes

You sleep,
while the city hits the glass with its tears,
unaware of your sleep. What a shame that this miracle
of seeing you peacefully asleep
does not overflow the walls of this room.
I hope that tomorrow,
when you wake up,
my pain sleeps.

You sleep,
and under the lamp, a student prays for the madness
of running away with the boys from the garbage truck.
And meanwhile, the bars
bury the guilt of this big city.
So many lonely souls
not knowing that you sleep
cannot love.

You sleep,
restless, I cross the house and search for you uneasily,
because I dream by your side,
even though I don't sleep with you.
You sleep,
forgive my damn habit of waking you up
because I am afraid,
or because I am late.

You sleep,
and a man writes verses in front of a computer.
Trembling, on the screen, he opens Pandora's box.
And in a hotel room,
he searches eagerly in the minibar
for the sound of the waves
a couple that this
night will not sleep.

You sleep,
and a man cries in a taxi while the radio plays.
A naked woman stops him at a traffic light.
No one knows you sleep,
it's not in the newspapers.
What a pity for the people
who will never kiss the peace
on your eyelids.

You sleep,
restless, I cross the house and search for you uneasily,
because I dream by your side,
even though I don't sleep with you.
You sleep,
forgive my damn habit of waking you up
because I am afraid,
or because I am late.