Quien Tiene Viejo El Corazón

Leaving its place
among the things that are given love,
who has an old heart
leaves.

He flees to his room
taking what never arrived,
what will never arrive:
his love.

Until the deep shadows of the night
the light from his window shines in vigil.
The dawn, who knows him well,
says that all the time he only waits.

The moon and its court go to his lair.
A bird sings of horror in the gourd.
The cat looks with incandescent eyes.
The heart is sown more with death.

The moon bares all its teeth there
with an indifferent clarity.
The moon, the guilty one, the traveler,
the moon of a dead spring.

Until the deep shadows of the night
the light from his window shines in vigil.
The dawn, who knows him well,
says that all the time he only waits.