Cuarto Menguante

I leave
wondering if I should return
to your eyes
your waning quarter eyes
your eyes that paint the air.

Traveling
to where pain resides
I remember
your hands touching my flesh
your hands that grasp the air.

And how am I to know if I return
only if the sun
decides to illuminate your eyes
your waning quarter eyes.

Laaaaaaaaaaaa
Lara la La la la ra la
Laaaaaa La ra la
Laaaaaa La ra la

I wake up
the night invites me to fly
your body
your nocturnal body landscape
your body song of the evening.
And I die
drunk in some prayer
feeling
your hair tangling my blood
your hair caress of the air.
And how am I to know if I return...
Your waning quarter eyes.