Con Los Ojos Cerrados

Not just any bunch of grapes,
It wasn't a special kind of life either.
Each grape carried a seed,
Each seed a story to tell.
Just one point of view under the sky,
A gaze always unique.
Always waiting for the moon to rise from the east,
Always looking west when the sun goes down.
Who knows how many nights and days of rain,
Each drop bringing a new shiver.
Other dark nights filled with stars
Dancing in the endless sky shining so bright.
An unrepeatable raindrop,
That one star in the vastness.
Each grape a day that won't return,
Each bunch a grape in eternity.