Ojos

Eyes...

Memory and resentment of God
Wells of desires,
Holes of dreams,
Graves of illusion

Witnesses of every day,
Informants of old age
They are not eyes because you see them,
they are eyes because they look at you.

Blinds of truth
Windows of lies
Pipes of tears
Drains of laughter

Curtains of sins
Bandages of wounds
They are not eyes because you see them,
they are eyes because they look at you.

Eyes...

At night more than three thousand
During the day one big and lonely
Lighthouses that twinkle between two lights for you

The bigger they are
The greater the sorrow you feel when they close forever.

Eyes
Measures of pain
Once again drops fall from the sky, God cries again
Don't close them tonight, I want to know the sea

Sobs ready to fall,
candles, cold embers
They are not eyes because you see them
They are eyes because they look at you.

Eyes
Tell me what color are the eyes of the one next to you
of the last one you dreamed of, of the one who kissed you last night.

Tell me if you have endured
yesterday before sleeping
Your gaze in the mirror,
I don't see you but God does.

The curtain falls, open your eyes
when they die the dead
we close them

Because they know the secret they keep for us
We don't want to know it Fear everything you see and saw.

Memory and terror of God
Memory and terror of God
Secret, fear and terror
They keep for us

Punishment, punishment of God
Punishment with no name
Sun that wets, water that burns
Bitterness of the world, Bottomless wells.

What color are God's eyes
Tears against the wind
Doctor of the sick
Lover of lover
Eyes, eyes.