Poetry for a Friend
On a winter’s day I saw her for the first time and I knew that her beautiful black hair would weave a trap that one day I would have to regret. I sensed the danger and still I walked the enchanted road. And I told myself: let the sorrow be like a leaf fallen at dawn…
From a quiet street where the old ghosts meet. I see Carmina walking in a hurry, now far away from me.
My reason must understand that I have loved as I should not have a creature with black hair. When the angel falls in love with the earth he will lose his wings at dawn.
CARLOS