Angélica

Angelica
when I mention you
they come back to memory
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 its claws
and you had no pity

I won't forget when in your Cordoba I saw you
and I stole your carnation under the trees
my arms were your nest, your veil, the moonlight among the poplars

Your eyelids if for moments
your eyes become gentle
remember
when in the sky suddenly one sees
that a lightning is born and dies

The sheets that on the ground
are spread when the frost
is not white
like the clear flower of your skin
nor cold like your tears

I won't forget when in your Cordoba I saw you
and I stole your carnation under the trees
my arms were your nest, your veil, the moonlight among the poplars