Angelica

Angelica, when I mention you
Memories come back to me
A valley, pale moon in the April night
And that little town of Cordoba

If an eagle was your affection
Dove my poor soul
Trembling, my heart bled in your claws
And you had no pity

I won't forget when I saw you in your Cordoba
And stole your carnation under the trees
My arms were your nest; your veil: The light
Of the moon among the poplars

Your eyelids, if for moments
Your eyes turn gentle
Remind me, when in the sky suddenly one sees
A lightning is born and dies

The sheet, that on the ground
Spreads when the frost
Is not white like the timid flower of your skin
Nor cold like your tears