Aguilucho

Among the clouds of my somber soul
My illusions died,
When a furtive ray of sunshine
Illuminated my being.
 
Just a dream,
That marks in my life
The passing of those loves,
Sowing flowers,
That today wither
With your remembrance.
 
I wanted to fly
And all I got was,
My faith to break
In a rapturous frenzy,
For the dreaming
My heart felt,
That your impiety
Would make my passion.
 
Without rest
Eager to follow,
But confess
I saw you extinguish in the sky.
How sad I became,
Unable to reach you
In your feverish flight.