I die in your look

Look at me again,
innocent and subtle murder,
renew the silent verse
in the light of the forgotten moon,
I feel the breeze again,
reviving the muses of the past.

Look at me again,
again I ask you
I refuse not to live to see you,
inventing the most beautiful paradise
I refuse not to live to see you,
on my way,
in my destiny ...
And believe me there will be no more verses.

On another desolate night,
I will deny having lost,
your look, A look...
Remember me is to be alive
In death,
your look provokes me.

They run half-naked whispers,
using the verses of a lover,
on the only summer night,
the corridors rustle,
from the last look,
forgotten in your past ...

The poet dies tonight
forgetting his past,
remembering that look
altar of the lovers,
remembering that look,
close celestial meeting ...