Tordo Viejo

Jorge Viñas Jorge Viñas

Old Thrush

At my age I stumbled
Upon some brown eyes
And I hung it on Saint Benedict
So the miracle would happen

They were oriental eyes
Sombre and piercing
That tied me to their mouth
So I could taste the poison

That's how it started
My suffering
Those woman's eyes have stuck to me
Like thorns
For becoming the old thrush
I fell prisoner to a love

When I met those eyes
I entrusted myself to prudence
But now I adore them
Without measuring the consequences

Beautiful, bewitching eyes
With which I illuminate my anxiety
But if they leave me
They leave me in horrible darkness

That's how it started
My suffering
Those woman's eyes have stuck to me
Like thorns
For becoming the old thrush
I fell prisoner to a love

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